THIS SONG DESCRIBES MY LIFE!! (ok, not really) The constant lack of apostrophes within this interpretation of the song is really getting on my nerves)
Potato skins, potato cakes
Hash browns, and instant flakes
Baked or boiled or french fried
Theres no kind you havent tried
You planned a trip to idaho
Just to watch potatoes grow
I understand how you must feel
I cant deny theyve got appeal
Whoah
You like them whether they are plain or theyre stuffed, oh yeah
Better face the facts, it seems you cant get enough
You know, youre gonna have to face it
Youre addicted to spuds
Your greasy hands, your salty lips
Looks like you found the chips
Your belly aches, your teeth grind
Some tator tots would blow your mind
And you dont mind if theyre not cooked
You need your fix, I guess youre hooked
And late at night you always dream
Of bacon bits and sour cream
Whoah, you like them even if theyre lumpy or tough, oh yeah
Whee, its pretty obvoius to me you cant get enough
You know youre gonna have to face it
Youre addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, youre addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, youre addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, youre addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, youre addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, youre addicted to spuds
Ooh yeah
Im givin up, itsjust no use
Another case of spud abuse
What can I say, what can I do
Potato bug has got me too, wahoo
I used to hate them, now theyre all that I eat, oh yeah
Whee, Ive often seen then whipped, but they just cant be beat
Now Im gonna have to face it
Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, Im addicted to spuds