Illusions of Grandeur

There I go again, Thinking too big. Illusions of grandeur, Messing up my wig. Deeper and deeper, Into the hole I dig. A Christmas dinner, To beat the one before. Everyone smiling, And me they adore. Food so good, They'll beg for more. Food sure smells good, For a minute or two. There's a smoke smell, What am I to do? The turkeys burned, And the rolls, too. Illusions of grandeur, Got me down. Everyone is hungry, All they do is frown. No one wants to eat a turkey, This golden brown.