I Wanna Grow Spuds

I wanna grow spuds
With sweet skins, nice and thick,
Ones I won't have to dig too far—
Just pop 'em up with a stick.

I wanna grow spuds,
Out in my flower beds,
Where soil ain't too wet or too dry,
To plant russets or reds.

Ones that'll be impervious
To bugs and to rot too.
Ones that I won't peel, 'cause the skin's so good for you.
That skin's so good for you.

I wanna grow spuds—
It's time to till.
Let's break up that earth's crust. . .
Pile it in a hill.

I wanna grow spuds.
Gonna start right away.
First I gotta cut up the eyes,
Make sure I plant 'em the right way.

Ones that'll be impervious
To bugs and to rot too.
Ones that I won't peel, 'cause the skin's so good for you.
That skin's so good for you.

I wanna grow spuds
I guess that's understood
Because I've repeated it ad
Nauseum—more times than I should.

I wanna grow spuds?
Now I'm in doubt.
Think it might make me work too much.
Guess I'll just get take-out.

Then I will not be nervous,
Wonderin' if they grew.
I'll go down to Safeway and grab a bag or two,
And grab a bag or two.