He was a toy, she was a girl
I could make it plenty more obvious

He was a spud, changeable parts
Won the small girl's heart

Yes he was her, favorite gift
Even though he was quite hard to lift

But all of her friends stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his lack of clothes

He was a tater boy she said see ya later toy
He wasn't cool enough for her
Sold me potato head and got Barbie dolls instead
I think that now she's saying "grr"

Carry it home, it is a chore
Since it weighs 20
Pounds maybe more

I asked my mom why
This was her reply
"Tater Boy must have something inside"

We called up a man, to go do some tests
He did them and told us that we were blessed

Because the toy, for reasons untold
Proved to be filled up with solid gold

He was a tater boy she said see ya later toy
He wasn't cool enough for her
But he's a treasure toy
Not just a pleasure toy
What a twist of fate you had him first

Sorry girl but you were dumb
Good stuff was under your thumb

I am more than just a brat
I am one with lots of cash

Too bad that it didn't dawn
On you to get your toy pawned

There was more than met the eye
I sold the gold that was inside

For a small boy, I am far from poor
You could go ask any economist

Bought it for just, half of a buck
And made thirty grand what luck

Three cheers for Tater boy, now things are so great, oh boy
Although I know you might be mad
I'll be at a Toys 'R' Us
Buying a lot of stuff
Using the cash you could have had