I'm just a potato, to Idaho I go
Dan Quayle don't know how to spell me
In the sun all day, I just grow away
Oh, then I'm baked

I could be french fried, hash browned, eaten, oh why
What would they say about me
I'll be yummy I know
That's the end, I suppose
Then the world's without me

I'm just a potato, to Idaho I go
People know I will be eaten
In the sun all day, I just grow away
Oh, then I'm mashed

I could become sweet, the casserole they eat
What would they say about me
I'll be yummy I know
That's the end, I suppose
Then the world's without me

'Cause I aint got no body
All I am is a head, I'm mister potato head, you know
People eat my body
Eat my body, Eat my body
I'm now dip, or I'm in a salad, no, oh no
Now I'm au gratin
Eat my body all the time
Now I am pancakes, pancakes, I'm pancakes
I aint got no body
Now that I'm sliced and diced, sliced and diced, sliced and diced

Really aint got no body, eat my body
I'm just their food

I, I, I aint got no body
Microwaved, microwaved all the time, microwaved, microwaved
People eat my body, eat my body
I'm now gone, because I've been eaten, no, oh no
I'm potato chips
Dipped in my own dip, oh this really stinks all the time
At least I'm tasty, really, really tasty, yeah
They eat me with all kinds of drinks
Feeling sick
Got no body, no, no body, no body
No body, no body, I'm chips, just chips

They ate me, this stinks, this stinks
I'm so delicious, they're eating me now
I'm just gone, no body, I'm just food, no body
No body, no body, no body
No body, no body, They ate me