[Verse 1] Well I once met a tater with a big ol’ dream To be the first spud ripped on the weight machine No couch for this ‘tato, no lazy recline Just curls with a yam and a squat every time [Chorus] He’s a gym potato, pumpin’ like a beast Deadliftin’ doughnuts and benchin’ a feast With mashed-up muscles and a waffle fry tan He’s the starchiest member of the fitness clan! [Verse 2] He don’t eat chips, nah he crunches the bar Protein in his peel and he’s raisin’ the bar Spots his friends — a tomato and bean They all flex together at the smoothie machine [Chorus] He’s a gym potato, rippin’ through sets Doing crunches while dreamin’ of vinaigrettes With a six-pack that’s literally baked right in He’s a root veg warrior with a tuberous grin! [Bridge] He grunts and he groans like a boilin’ stew His sweat smells faintly of barbecue From couch to clean-and-jerk, what a tale to tell He’s got abs so crisp you could deep-fry in a shell! [Final Chorus] Oh gym potato, king of the mats Wears a headband made of curly fry slats Flexin’ for fans in his golden skin suit The strongest darn veggie in a spandex boot!
