John Porter McMeans animates Cheryl Wheeler and the Spudding Taternacle Choir singing an homage to the venerable vegetable.
Cheryl introduces this as the most ridiculous song she has ever written. It is extremely funny.
She was walking through the woods with James, her border collie, when the chorus of the Mexican Hat Dance kept running through her head, using only the word potato. To make matters more difficult, she decided to sing it so that each line started with a different syllable. Later, when she was driving to a concert, she started on the verses.
You have to hear it to believe it.
Words and music by:
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 thay 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
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
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
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