"Weird Al" Yankovic - Addicted To Spuds lyrics
["Weird Al" Yankovic - Addicted To Spuds lyrics]
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 (Woah oh)
Just to watch potatoes grow
I understand how you must feel
I can't deny, they've got appeal
Whoa, you like them whether they
Are 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 bit's and sour cream
Whoa, you like them even if
They're lumpy or tough oh, yeah
Whee, 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 oh, yeah
I'm givin' 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, wahoo
I used to hate them
Now they're all that I eat oh, yeah
Wee, I've often seen them 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, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
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 (Woah oh)
Just to watch potatoes grow
I understand how you must feel
I can't deny, they've got appeal
Whoa, you like them whether they
Are 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 bit's and sour cream
Whoa, you like them even if
They're lumpy or tough oh, yeah
Whee, 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 oh, yeah
I'm givin' 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, wahoo
I used to hate them
Now they're all that I eat oh, yeah
Wee, I've often seen them 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, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds