Potato

Music soothes the savage, that's a well-known phrase But your heart becomes full of kettle drums When the sweet potato piper plays Go on, throw your hat off, shout a few hoorays 'Cause you can't hold back, you're a jumping jack When the sweet potato piper plays Though it's not a magic flute, there's a fascinating toot It's not exactly beautiful, it's sorta like an "I-don't-know" I guess you'd call it cute Sunbeams try new dance steps, songbirds sound their ayes And the world joins in with a great big grin When the sweet potato piper plays Hello there, Texas, what you say? How come you're whistling? Why don't you play? I've been messing with this sweet potato all day long I can't make it play, what goes? What's wrong? You're crazy, Texas, you're out of your mind You can't blow that, that's the eatin' kind Well, them baby rug cutters down Texas way They blow on sweet potatoes and really make them play Why don't you stick to your saxophone, man? You ought to know you can't jam on a yam