““Potato” was one of those songs you hope for, one that arrives in the head fully formed. The lyrics, melody, chord changes and sound/texture of the record all showed up in my brain simultaneously, and stayed there for months until I recorded it…it was kind of eerie, the way it played in my head con...
A zillion minutes, it seemed
The smoke flow into the stream
I wrote some new ones, cause the old ones meant nothing
I hope that gravity's not goin' away
Insatiable is my friend
The game existence the end
Embrace my face and spread some happiness butter
I hope that gravity's not goin' away
Now you're going to sing
[Hook]
Cause it's potato, potato, potato
Yes, it's potato, potato, potato
And it's potato, potato, potato, potato
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh...
My favourite time isn't now
My favourite moment is how
My favourite things are never ever my favourite
Too late to apple the doctor away
Now you're going to sing
[Hook]
Now you're going to sing, cause...
We went to Maine, cause we're friends with Mike Gaito
And Briggs's charts, flew away in tornado
And I was up all night, writing Potato
Australiaaaaaaaaaaaaa, potato
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh...
[Hook]
You're glad that you aren't me
You're glad that you'll never see
The thing that got me started singing potato
I hope that...
(Potato, potato, potato, potato, etc.)