Wasted in the Basement - Taters (feat. Sinclair Brown) Lyrics

Some small potatoes are like concentrated power
Fried or mashed, they are the feature of the hour
We all enjoy the unlikely taste bud surprise
The underdog that wins, right before your very eyes

Some small potatoes bring a certain degree
A tasty delight, a kind of mashed pedigree
Tossin' up all shredded, fried, sliced or diced
They bring that special touch, something whoa so nice

They're bringing on big flavor to my taste bud's delight
You can't say no to something so righteously right
Don't walk out the room, I might just leave none for you
Wash 'em down bring on the next round is all that I can do

I just about left out loaded cheesy fries surprise
Super wonderful with anything, and even to the eyes
Land sakes! Get the, cheese get the grate, one last thing for the plate
I'd all but forgotten potatoes au gratin

They're bringing on big flavor to my taste bud's delight
You can't say no to something so righteously right (it's just right)
Don't walk out the room, I might just leave none for you
Wash 'em down bring on the next round is all that I can do

Let 'em sizzle on the skillet, toss 'em up, all golden brown
Comin' at you with big flavor set to tear your hunger down
Let 'em sizzle on the skillet, toss 'em up, all golden brown
Comin' at you with big flavor set to tear your hunger down

Oh, c'mon, get up, step back, make room for the razorback
Paprika, eureka, Parmesan cheese you know will please
Just an endless palette parade, all custom made
To tear down your taste bud fences, introduce you to your senses

They're bringing on big flavor to my taste bud's delight
You can't say no to something so righteously right (it's just right)
Don't walk out the room, I might just leave none for you
Wash 'em down bring on the next round is all that I can do

There ain't no spud a dud, not on my plate