Potato

[To the tune of the Mexican Hat Dance]

They're red, they're white, they're brown

They get that way underground

There can't be much to do

So now they have blue ones too.

We don't care what they look like we'll eat them

Any way they can fit on our plate

Every way we can conjure to heat them

We're delighted and think they're just great.

Refrain:

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Sometimes we ditch the skin

To eat what it's holding in

Sometimes we'd rather please

Have just the outside with cheese.

They have eyes but they do not have faces

I don't know if their feelings get hurt

By just hanging around in dark places

Where they only can stare at the dirt.

Refrain:

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I guess the use is scant

For other parts of the plant

But that which grows in view

Is eating potato too

I imagine them under their acres

Out in Idaho and up in Maine

Maybe wondering if they'll be bakers

Or knishes or latkes or plain

Refrain:

Po ta to, po ta to, po ta to

Po ta to, po ta to, po ta to

Po ta to, po ta to, po ta to

Po ta to, po ta to, po ta to

Po ta to.

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