Artist: Kevin Bloody Wilson
Song:   The Potato Song
Album:  Let's Call Him... Kev.

Transcribed by: Ian... juggandjulie@supernerd.com.au


intro: D
(steady country feel aprox 60bpm)

D                                   G                D
Back when we was growin' up we hung around the local pool,
          G              D                E                A
Great for cooling off in summer great for chattin' sheilas too,
       D                                     G             D
And me brother had birds flockin' 'round him every time we went,
     G                  D              A               D
So I asked him what his secret was and this is what he said.


        D                           G               D
Stick a potata down ya bathers yeah that'll get 'em in,
        G              D                 E        A
Shove a spud inside ya duds whenever you go for a swim,
           D                              G                 D
Just pop a murphy down ya surfies son and you'll be in like flin,
       G              D            A               D
With a potata down ya bathers yeah that'll get 'em in.


     D                                      G             D
So I pissed off out the turnstiles and shot down the vege store,
    G                D                      E               A
And grabbed meself a murphy would a weighed half a pound or more,
      D                              G               D
And I shoved it down me bathers just like me brother said,
          G            D                  A             D
Then this randy little rooster turned and strutted back again.


       D                           G               D
With a potata down me bathers yeah that'll get 'em in,
      G                    D           E                A
A you beaut murphy down me surfies now bring on all the women,
               D                                G              D
'Cause with it swingin' in the breeze I recon'd I'd be in like flin,
       G              D            A               D        B
With a potata down me bathers yeah that'll get 'em in.


      E                            A               E
I had no idea me brother's plan 'd work as good as that,
                 A               E                F#                   B
'Cause when them sheilas seen it hangin' there it stopped 'em in their tracks,
              E                           A               E
'Cause it was bulgin' like a bastard as I strutted by the pool,
           A                      E                   B                E
But I just grabbed it squeezed it winked and said hey check me out I'm cool.


      E                            A               E
With a potata down me bathers yeah that'll get 'em in,
           A              E                 F#           B
A whoppin' murphy down me surfies hey girls cop a load a this,
          E                                       A             E
With that spud shoved down me duds I thought that I was in like flin,
       A              E            B               E
With a potata down me bathers yeah that'll get 'em in.


          E                                  A                 E
Eyes were poppin' out like golf balls as the sheilas stopped a stared,
        A                E              F#                   B
And the blokes up in the grandstand all whistled clapped and cheered,
       E                                   A                  E
But me brother weren't too happy when he'd found out what I'd done,
           A              E                   B                 E
He said ya fuckin' little wanker ya sposed ta stick it down the front.


          E                                    A                 E
Jesus now look what's happened fuck ya all the sheilas 'ave shot through,
         A             E           F#                B
And I'll never face me mates again fuckin' thanks ta you,
         E                            A                E
i oughta duck ya fuckin' drown ya and wring ya fuckin' neck,
            A              E          B                 E
'Cause that potata down ya bathers is supposed ta be ya dick.


          E                         A                 E
Yeah that potata down ya bathers is supposed ta be ya dick,
           A                    E                F#            B
Around the front not 'round the back how fuckin' stupid can ya get,
           E                            A              E
You got it hangin' in ya cossies like a fuckin' lump a shit,
     A              E          B                 E                 B  E
That potata down ya bathers is supposed ta be ya dick.

Ohhhhh?


     D   G   E   A   B   F#
e |--2---3---0---0---2---2---
b |--3---0---0---2---4---2---
g |--2---0---1---2---4---3---
d |--0---0---2---2---4---4---
a |------X---2---0---2---4---
E |------3---0-----------2---