9. The Potato Sweet

Composed by Josh Greenberg

 

Part I

Spanish Folk Singer;

Here's a story of the Queen of Spain

In fifteen-twenty-nine.

while searching for gold, a far greater treasure

Was waiting for her to find.

The Queen of Spain wanted silver and gold

And so all the captains on the ships, they were told

To travel the oceans for places unknown

To find new riches to bring to the throne.

A daring young pirate, Francisco Pizzaro,

He wasn't scared to try it, had his eyes on tomorrow.

Crossing the Atlantic for riches and for glory

To a place now called Columbia is where begins our story.

Francisco was greedy, his eyes were hard and cold.

when Francisco met the Indians, their chief was wise and old.

Francisco said to the chief. "Do you have gold?

Do you have gold, gold, gold, gold; gold, gold gold;

Silver and gold?"

Chief:

"Gold?"

"Gold", said Francisco."It comes from the ground".

"Oh, Gold", said Francisco,"that is where it is found.

You see how I am digging? I am digging in the ground,

The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground.

I am looking for gold"

Chief:

"In the ground?"

"Yes," said Francisco."Gold is of great value.

Oh, can't you understand what I'm trying to tell you.

All men and all women, they love and value gold,

Gold, gold, gold; gold, gold. They love and value gold!"

Chief:

"Love?"

"Value?"

"In the ground?"

Oh! Po-tah-to.

Potato, potato, potato, potato (others join in).

Potato, potato, potato, potato - hey!

Part II

Potatoes, potatoes - we love to eat them up.

Potatoes, potatoes - we're having them for sup-per.

Verse I:

Potatoes, they grow in the ground.

You can find them about six inches down.

They might be small, like a little ball

But sometimes that root is as big as a boot.

Potatoes, potatoes, we love to eat them up.

Potatoes, potatoes, we're having them for sup-per.

Verse II:

Potatoes are good almost any way you make 'em.

You can boil them, mash, fry or bake 'em.

Good with butter, sour cream, or cheese.

Potatoes are good almost any way you please.

Bridge:

One thing more while I still got time.

I sacrificed a fact for the sake of a rhyme.

Potato is a tuber, not really a root,

An underground stem. Now that's the troot!

Verse III-Coda:

Oh, potatoes, with breakfast they're great.

Two eggs, bacon, toast, home fries

-Mm-m-m, what a plate.

Lunch? I'll have a bunch of fries

With a burger topped with cheese,

Or a baked potato with butter, broccoli,

Bacon bits and chives, Ooo-ee

Potatoes, gift of the New World to the old,

Food of the people, food of the gods,

More valuable than silver and gold.