Addicted To Spuds "Weird Al" Yankovic

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 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