[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:   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.      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.      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.      Po ta to, po ta to, po ta to   Po ta to, po ta to...