Addicted to Spuds [Addicted to Love/Robert Palmer/1986] 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 a peel Wo, you like 'em whether they're 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 bits and sour cream Wo, you like 'em even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah 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
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