Beautiful potato in the ground
You once were lost but now your found
I’ll squeeze your juice, you don’t make a sound
Cut you up and ferment you slow, your fate is what you do not know
In a glass you will end up, as ***** chilled with a twist or straight up.
An olive will be your only friend, blue cheese stuffed at both ends.
I’ll drink you down quick and sure, one after another so smooth I want more.
I feel a little fuzzy after number four, the room is spinning round and round.
  For now I say good night my friend, you beautiful potato from the ground.