Lyrics
I heard the scrape of a peeler's song
Sharp and sly
It won't take long
My hands start itching
My nose takes a dive
Raw spuds in the air
I'm barely alive
Oh
Potatoes
You're my heart's delight
Golden and crisp
Baked up just right
But raw in the kitchen
You bring me pain
Still
I'll love you 'til the end of my days
A tingling lip
A swollen sigh
Every time someone peels
I wonder why
I can smell that starch
It's a cruel
Cruel joke
But mash you with butter
And I'm no longer broke
Raw and cruel
Oh
You tease me so
But cooked
My spud
I'll never let you go
Oh
Potatoes
You're my heart's delight
Golden and crisp
Baked up just right
But raw in the kitchen
You bring me pain
Still
I'll love you 'til the end of my days
French fries dancing in a paper crown
Hash browns sizzling as the sun goes down
Gratin
Roasted
Or a steaming stew
Potatoes
My darlings
I'm still true to you