[Intro] Lazy but lethal, you better beware, He’s coming for you, but he don’t even care! Don’t mess with the spud, don’t mess with the couch, 'Cause when he wakes up, you're gonna say “OUCH!” [Verse 1] He’s just sittin' there, chillin' all day, In his brown spandex, he’s got nothin’ to say. But don’t let that fool you, he’s a beast on the rise, One punch from the Potato, and you’ll say your goodbyes! He’s the Ouch Potato, don’t you dare test, He’s lazy as heck but still better than the rest. Rippin' through his spandex, muscles on display, When he stands up, you better run away! [Chorus] Ouch Potato, don't make him fight, He’s strong and he’s lazy, but he’ll light up the night! Muscles like steel, and a temper like fire, When he gets movin', you're the one he’ll inspire— To say “OUCH!” (Say “OUCH!”) Ouch Potato! [Verse 2] He ain’t no runner, he ain't no sprinter, But when he gets angry, he’s a big-time hitter. A slow burn of rage that starts to ignite, Then boom, he’s a tornado of muscle and might! Spandex shredded, rage in his veins, Once he’s up, he’s makin' them pay. Crackin’ skulls and breakin' bones, This lazy potato’s makin' his own throne! [Chorus] Ouch Potato, sittin' back in the chair, But once he gets movin’, he’s a force of despair! A lazy fighter, but don’t get too close, 'Cause when he’s riled up, you’ll be toast! Say “OUCH!” (Say “OUCH!”) Ouch Potato! [Bridge] He’s the king of the couch, the master of the rest, But when he’s pissed off, you know you’re in for a test. He’s slow to get started, but watch out when he does, 'Cause once that rage builds, there’s no stopping the buzz! Rippin' through spandex, breakin' down doors, Ouch Potato’s comin’, and he’s here to settle scores! [Chorus] Ouch Potato, don’t make him fight, He’s strong and he’s lazy, but he’ll light up the night! Muscles like steel, and a temper like fire, When he gets movin', you're the one he’ll inspire— To say “OUCH!” (Say “OUCH!”) Ouch Potato! [Outro] Lazy, but strong, and don’t you forget, Once the Ouch Potato’s mad, you’ll regret! He’s the spud with the power, the fury to boot, Mess with him, and you’ll know the truth— Ouch Potato! (Say “OUCH!”) Ouch Potato! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!