Spuds and Synths
Créé par WDiabolez avec Udio AI
2024-04-18
Lyrics
(Verse 1) Yo, I'm just a humble spud, in the ground I bud, In the kitchen, I'm the stud, peel me, there's no dud. Grown under the sun, but I'm not for fun, Cook me up, let's run, our feast has just begun. (Chorus) Electro beats and the potato treats, In the oven or the streets, nothing ever competes. Fries, mash or baked, any form you've partaked, With the rhythm we've shaked, the best meal we've ever maked. (Verse 2) Golden like the sun rays, versatile in many ways, In your memories, my taste stays, singing about me, the world sways. From Idaho to France, giving every dish a chance, In the culinary dance, potatoes always enhance. (Chorus) Electro beats and the potato treats, In the oven or the streets, nothing ever competes. Fries, mash or baked, any form you've partaked, With the rhythm we've shaked, the best meal we've ever maked. (Outro) So here's to the humble spud, raising from the mud, In our hearts, you've snug, to you, we raise our mug.
