The Potato Polka

When we Scandahoovians sit down to eat
We see our favorite mealtime treat
And we shove aside that slab of meat
That’s when we do
The Potato Polka

There is wisdom in those simple wuds
That one must nip things in the buds
But, please sir, spare the spuds
We want to do
The Potato Polka

My girl, it’s true, can eat her share
And can’t fit into her own chair
But, you see, she doesn’t care
Because she’s doing
The Potato Polka

Now some will tell you it’s potato
And some, they say it’s potato
But we don’t care, we want them pronto
We want to do
The Potato Polka

There’s nothing so beautiful as a spud
Though it starts its life beneath the mud
So, let’s toast this Goddess with some suds
While we do
The Potato Polka