Песня: Addicted to Spuds Potato skins, potato cakes Hash browns and instant flakes Baked or boiled or french fried There's no kind you haven't tried You planned a trip to Idaho Just to watch potatoes grow I understand how you must feel I can't deny they've got a peel
Wo, you like 'em whether they're plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough You know, you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to spuds
Your greasy hands, your salty lips Looks like you found the chips Your belly aches, your teeth grind Some tater tots would blow your mind And you don't mind if they're not cooked You need your fix, I guess you're hooked And late at night you always dream Of bacon bits and sour cream
Wo, you like 'em even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
I'm giving up, it's just no use Another case of spud abuse What can I say, what can I do Potato bug has got me, too
Wo, I used to hate 'em, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah I've often seen 'em whipped, but they just can't be beat Now I'm gonna have to face it, I'm addicted to spuds
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