Weren't you the one who prized this dark meat on my thighs?

My roommate sent me an email—an extremely rare occurrence since a) we're about fifteen feet away from each other, give or take a few walls and b) I'm always hogging the internet. It links to a turkey with a disco-fro singing a Thanksgiving rendition of I will Survive. Initially I objected to the cheese factor and the crappy animation, but then I was won over by the lyrics (which, in case the link goes down, are printed below). I love that the line about the wife's cranberry sauce manages to say so much with so little.

At first I was an egg, I was petrified... kept thinking I'd be lost or I'd get cracked or fried...
But you took me to your nest before it was too late and kept me warm... and you helped me incubate.
And now you're back... think you're the boss... want to put me on a plate next to your wife's cranberry sauce.
I should have known this day would come, I should have known not to relax... If I thought for just one second you'd come in here with that ax
Go on now go! Walk out the door! Just turn around now... ain't chopping my head to the floor
Weren't you the one who prized this dark meat on my thighs?
You think I'd gobble... you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no not I, I will survive! As long as I know how to peck I know I'll stay alive.
Got my wings so I won't fall, ain't selling me to butterball
I will survive, I will survive... Hey hey!