The Peeling Song
(Sang in a gruff pirate chant)
Peel, peel, peel the flesh
We take our knives
Dig into their flesh
Peel the skin
Their looking fresh
Peel, peel, peel the flesh
The juicy eyes
We must scrape them out
Toss the lot
Rancid no doubt
Peel, peel, peel the flesh
Our chef knows how
To cook them just right
Let them boil
Tender flesh tonight
Peel, peel, peel the flesh
Some look rotten
We will call them duds
Time to eat
Some tasty SPUDS!
