Letras de Ballad of the Shape of Things

I read in the paper, this is true, that they′re going to put a potato

In orbit. Something biological properties of the potato will tell us
Something about the Van Allen belt. Sending a potato into orbit
You know, I really don't mind watching a potato go around for three
Hours in the afternoon, but the ticker tape parade is gonna be a
Little weird. You gotta admit. And the phone call from the
President: "Hello, is this the potato? Sorry, let me speak
To potato. You and Mrs. Potato have to come out to the ranch
There′ll be sheep in abundance." Did you ever notice how
He sucks his teeth every time he says "sheep in abundance"
? "What about Cuba?" "There'll be sheep in abundance." Oh

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures
Completely round is the steering
Wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs in the orange tree
Yes, the circle shape is quite renowned
Sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown dirty runaround

My true love gave to me
Yes, my true love gave to me

Completely square was the velvet box he said my ring would be in
Completely square was the envelope he said farewell to me in
Completely square was the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As it dries my eyes of the tears I shed
And blows my nose 'til it turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love′s head

He will not marry me
No, he will not marry me

Damn, I missed my jump. Been practicing that
Jump for months. Got a groovy kind of love

Rectangular was the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular was the transom over which I had to peek through
Rectangular was the hotel room I entered angrily
Now rectangular is the wooden box
That lies my love ′neath the golden flocks
They say he died of the chicken pox
In part I must agree
One chick too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship that now has ceased to be
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win

It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me

One more time!

Thanks folks, we′re just kidding around up here. At least I was
Kiss him, you don't know where he′s been