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

Woah, 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

Woah, 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

Woah, 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

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
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

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