Potato

I was on Bart and this thought came to mind. Then at work it came back and I couldn’t help myself. I wrote a song. Well, more like a poem since I don’t know how to compose music.

The Potato Song/Poem
There’s this guy I use to know.
His name is Pasini, Joe.
He lived in the city of Pacifica.
I think he drove a maroon Corolla.
He wasn’t born in the month of June.
When the radio would play a tune
He would sometimes sing along
But he’d go and change the song.

Po-ta-to Potato
Po-ta-to Potato

It was just a very strange thing
Because that’s what he’d sing.
What’s up with that I’d wonder?
Did he just commit a blunder?
He’d turned to me and say
Why you looking at me that way?
It just fits in any song is all.
Even the cheesy stuff heard at the mall.

Po-ta-to Potato
Po-ta-to Potato

So I gave it a try
And I won’t lie.
Not just a food that goes with ham.
Can help you in a lyrical jam.
It comes in totally handy
Super fine, pretty dandy
It was more than a quirk
Because my friends it totally works!

Po-ta-to POTATO
Po-ta-to POTATO

Don’t worry if it seems silly, yo
It’s just helps the song to flow
When you can’t remember the words
Or if you find the lyrics absurd
You don’t have to dread
Just use this word instead
Po-ta-to POTATO
Po-ta-to POTATO

“You have a fake hypothetical wedding plan. Wait, that means it’s real!” – laurie.