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
 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
 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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 Ooh yeah
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 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, whoa
 I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah
 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