Potato skins, potato cakes

Hash browns, and instant flakes

Baked or boiled or french fried

There’s no kind you haven’t tried

Woah, 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

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

Whoah, 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