Attack of the killer potatoes Attack of the killer potatoes
You planted them to get you through And never thought the things you grew
Would come right back to feed on you
Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes!
Attack of the killer potatoes Attack of the killer potatoes
They’re tubers off in hot pursuit They’ll eat you up from hair to boots
And then they’ll file a slander suit
Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes!
You thought they’d keep you all fed But now they just want you all dead
Your disrespect has got them steamed They’re madder than you ever dreamed
So better run, or you’ll be creamed
Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes!
So now we have the chase scene No butter and no sour cream
Just a man whose name is mud And some tubers out for blood
That’ll teach you...
to sass a spud!
Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes! POTATOES!