[Intro] [Verse 1] One Lonely scarred Potato Sat in the grocery store Waiting for a stocker boy To get him off the floor I watched for quite some time But no one ever came And that lonely scarred potato Knew he lost his chance at fame [Chorus] He'll never be a French fry “Pome Freet” crispy and hot Not scalloped or slow roasted Lyonnaise or “Ally got” He will not see a kitchen Nor Spices will he hold This lonely scarred potato Was not a Yukon Gold [Verse 2: Same as Verse 1] This lonely scarred potato With eyes that cannot see Dark spots, holes and fissures On spuds should never be Its rot may be contagious So, y’all just back away This lonely scarred potato Sure, need be tossed today [Chorus : Same as first Chorus] He'll never be a French fry “Pome Freet” crispy and hot Not scalloped or slow roasted Lyonnaise or “Ally got” He will not see a kitchen Nor Spices will he hold This lonely scarred potato Was not meant to be sold [Guitar Solo] [Build in Vocal Intensity] [Chorus: Same as other Choruses] He'll never be a French fry “Pome Freet” crispy and hot Not scalloped or slow roasted Lyonnaise or “Ally got” He will not see a kitchen Nor Spices will he hold This lonely scarred potato Once was a tuber bold
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