Potato Head

All he's ever done is warm seats with his bum.

He is a living, breathing potato.
All he's ever said were things they put in his head.

He is a walking, talking potato.
All he's ever seen is the golden screen:

the potato peeler.
But I'm a potato too,

and yes so are you.

It's true, sometime we're gonna get fried.

And we can postpone it,

but there's no way to own it.

Sometime we're all gonna get peeled.

And all she's ever been is a beauty queen,

but she still feels so ugly.

'Cus she's always looking for what's missing.

You can always find her chasing her shadow.

But I'm a potato too,

and yes, so are you.

It's true, sometime we're gonna get fried.

And we can postpone it,

but there's no way to own it.

Sometime we're all gonna get peeled.

And baked,

I'm gonna be burned.
People are potatoes,

people are peelers.
You don't want hairy skin,

believe me, it's not in.

I don't care how you remove it,

trust me it will be an improvement.

You don't want that as a reflection.

Don't worry, I have a suggestion.

Just use this, you'll feel on top.

You won't be able to stop.