Letras
Potatoes in the field growing underground
Takin their time getting big and round
Soaking up rain and sunny skies
Some day they're gonna be French fries
They're dug up and dumped in a row
Along comes the harvester up they go
On rumbling ramps they rise and rise
Soon there gonna be French fries
They're trucked away past barns and trees
Dropped off at restaurants or French fry factories
And the cook peels off the skin
And cuts 'em enough long and thin
Heats the fryer throws 'em in
And to get it real nice, you gotta fry 'em twice
When they're golden brown from the fryer's heat
The oil drains off and it's time to eat
Hot and tasty, it's no surprise
Everybody loves French fries
And that's how potatoes become French fries