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 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 tator 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 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 then 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