Potaconut
Sung by Ben and Joe
Long before time, 'neath the ground under your feet
An ancient being awaiting my birth
My story untold, my skin yet unblemished
My day would come, the egg of the earth
Whilst high in a tree, far far away
In a swaying old palm, I lived in a distant land
A tropical spud blowing in the breeze
A hairy old nut, I was plucked by a man
Across the shop, I rubbed my eyes
The most beautiful nut, a nut twice my size
I turned my head, I tossed my hair
We made love in aisle seven that night, yeah
We made love next to the value onions, yeah
Egg of the earth
Nut up high
You're my jewel of the soil
You're my bollock from the sky
You've got the hair
And you've got the eyes
Maybe our children will have teeth
I don't see why they would have teeth
Potaconuts, we'll have potaconuts
Hairy little tuber children, sweet or starchy, crack or peel them
Potaconuts, we'll have potaconuts
They'll be filling up your larder, tastes like chips and Pina Colada
Po-po-potaconuts, we'll have potaconuts
I'm with you, You're with me
Potaconuts for tea
