Smash Potater

Dug up from the ground, unaware of their fate
Dinner Plate of the man is at hand
Thrown into the oven at 375
Covered in foil and baked alive

Others are sliced and cut apart
Deep fried in oil, its truly an art
And the rest that are left are bereft of breath
As they wait for their turn to be smashed

SMASH SMASH
SMASH SMASH

Now it's time to meet the fry creator
He's the spud eliminator
The tater-tot intolerator
The one and only, Smash Potater

Now it's time to meet the fry creator
He's the spud eliminator
The tater-tot intolerator
The one and only, Smash Potater



Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Esquivel
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