Weird Al Yankovic lyrics
Weird Al Yankovic lyrics
"Addicted To Spuds lyrics"
Forever One lyrics
Now it's so clearwhat i always fearedto walk that lonely roadwithout youand thou I'm afraidit's never too latenow's the time to make our dreams come trueeternal flame keeps burning on and onforever oneI hear the an
Potato skins, potato cakesNow it's so clearwhat i always fearedto walk that lonely roadwithout youand thou I'm afraidit's never too latenow's the time to make our dreams come trueeternal flame keeps burning on and onforever oneI hear the an
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
Whoah
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 greas
Hold Your Ground lyrics
Somewhere inside my soul there is an echo of my youth Some pithy little saying that contained a grain of truth If patience is a virtue, persistence is its mark It's better light a candle than stand and curse the dark But if
y hands, your salty lipsSomewhere inside my soul there is an echo of my youth Some pithy little saying that contained a grain of truth If patience is a virtue, persistence is its mark It's better light a candle than stand and curse the dark But if
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 obvoius to me you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds
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No Surprize lyrics
1971, we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity But at Max's Kansas City we won We all shot the shit at the bar With Johnny O' Toole and his scar And then old Clive Davis said He's surely gonna make us a sta
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Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds1971, we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity But at Max's Kansas City we won We all shot the shit at the bar With Johnny O' Toole and his scar And then old Clive Davis said He's surely gonna make us a sta
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
Ooh yeah
I'm givin' up, it'sjust 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
Whee, I've often see
Ben Franklin's Kite lyrics
Give me an answer Why this cancer eats me away How this restlessness Could turn into a day. I fear what comes first The things that hide in the night But I'm quaking, and shaking Even now that it's light And n
n then whipped, but they just can't be beatGive me an answer Why this cancer eats me away How this restlessness Could turn into a day. I fear what comes first The things that hide in the night But I'm quaking, and shaking Even now that it's light And n
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