属于我们的...potato!

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

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

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


p/s: let's have fun in the choir ==