[Intro] *[Charango riff through a fuzz pedal / Staccato potato-sack drumroll]* [Verse 1] Buried deep in rebel earth— *Punk-rock tuber*, silent birth. Condors scream like ska horns raw, You broke stone with guerrilla law. [Pre-Chorus] *[Mosh-pit panpipes]* *From Andes’ fists to famine’s jail—* *You’re the *Molotov* they couldn’t curtail.* [Chorus] **OH POTATO!** [Gang shout] Dirt-cheeked anarchist, *un-dug* creed— Your eyes sprout **revolt** in every seed! Peru’s heartbeat in starch disguise, *We’ll riot in fries ‘neath corporate skies!* [Verse 2] Golden, purple, *bruised*, or blue— *You’re the punk the Monsanto crew* *Can’t patent.* Russet roots **unsworn**, A thousand kinds—*a middle-finger corn!* [Bridge – Spoken-Word Climax] *[Distorted accordion wheeze]* “A famine tried to *dig your grave*— *You laughed,* mutated, **dug your way.** Blight? Frost? *You’ve shrugged off worse—* *Now blight the suits with tuber’s curse!*” [Post-Chorus Ska-Break] *[Brass section + rebel step-dancing]* *Mash the system!* *Boil the throne!* *Spud’s the truth no gene can own!* [Verse 3] Green vines snarl like amp feedback, *Your miracles*—a punk *heart attack*. Farmers chant in wired rhyme: ***“Tuber’s not food—it’s overtime!”*** [Outro] *[Andean surf-rock shred / Fade on guerrilla panpipes]* *Sing the ancient dirt-punk song—* *Spud’s been* ***resisting*** *all along.*
