Free download
The potato was a clever creature, hiding his crusty skin under a colorful array of plastic features.
music strange noises bicycles
sounds like a bus and a jukebox humming sweet melodies together.
We were soldiers once, and young. But also, we were not. Mostly the latter. We love antique furniture. We proudly vote for any party that supports a change of national bird, and while we own dental floss, we don't know where we left it.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #300
Peak in subgenre #43
Author
Eli Parker/Eli and Josiah Parker
Rights
2005
Uploaded
August 08, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
The potato had made his body a shrine to himself, a temple of his own ego. He adorned it with all of the ceremonial trappings of his time, and coveted the bodily decor that he did not possess. Gradually, he transformed himself into a new creature. Not a better creature, but something false and weak. The potato became a monument to his own transience. A monument that withered and decayed even as he did. As the years wore him down, and shrunk his outer husk he continued grasping at ways to make his temple keep shining with the same brilliance. The potato's life was futility. The one thing that he had spent his every minute fawning over has returned to the dust, and he has no monument to remember his name.
Lyrics
That old boy Potato Head, He’s one happening guy Don’t wear glasses anymore, got himself a new set of eyes Keeps up with all the latest trends, has the latest plastic shoes Hardly even recognize him anymore, boy’s making me confused. Just 2.99 a pop, Get some new accessories Keeps on going, he can’t stop. Got himself a head disease Someone…Did someone say? Someone say he was a hot potato? That old boy Potato Head, gotta keep up with the spuds Needs to be the best there is, gotta stay ahead of his buds He can be anybody he wants, thanks to technology But Potato Head’s not the one who decides who he’s going to be. Be the first one on your block, get the latest hairstyle first Upgrade to some better socks, Get some brand new polo shirts. Every tater has his day, If he doesn’t end up cooked All potatoes rot away and end up growing ugly roots
On Playlists
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.