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| Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy
"He just a Potato Boy" "She said ' See you later Boy ' " "He wasn't good enough for mash"
he said i wanna get paid instead he got deep fried married a gal to set him free fish & chips was his degree |
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| | > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > "He just a Potato Boy" > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > he said i wanna get paid > instead he got deep fried > married a gal to set him free > fish & chips was his degree Sorry boy but can't you see that Gratin is all you'll be i can't serve you with my steak but maybe as potato cake
He was a boy She was a girl can I make it any more omlette
He was a spud She did ??? what more can I say?
fry he said, fry cant wait to see you die one more legato for you couch potato
punchin out my eye, shovel up my toe burrow me and cry you tiny fuck potato joe!
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| | | > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > instead he got deep fried > > married a gal to set him free > > fish & chips was his degree > > Sorry boy but can't you see > that Gratin is all you'll be > i can't serve you with my steak > but maybe as potato cake > > He was a boy > She was a girl > can I make it any more omlette > > He was a spud > She did ??? > what more can I say? > > > fry he said, fry > cant wait to see you die > one more legato > for you couch potato > > punchin out my eye, > shovel up my toe > burrow me and cry > you tiny fuck potato joe! Sorry boy but can't you see Potato Salad is all you'll be You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit You are only a worthless Pommes Frites
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| | | | > > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > > instead he got deep fried > > > married a gal to set him free > > > fish & chips was his degree > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > that Gratin is all you'll be > > i can't serve you with my steak > > but maybe as potato cake > > > > He was a boy > > She was a girl > > can I make it any more omlette > > > > He was a spud > > She did ??? > > what more can I say? > > > > > > fry he said, fry > > cant wait to see you die > > one more legato > > for you couch potato > > > > punchin out my eye, > > shovel up my toe > > burrow me and cry > > you tiny fuck potato joe! > > Sorry boy but can't you see > Potato Salad is all you'll be > You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit > You are only a worthless Pommes Frites He looked like fusion fries She said I'm gonna digest-a-die Baked Potatoes coming out of his arse No solution for their pie Carbohydrates I can't decide Potato boy why do you haunt me-ohu-me-yiiieee?
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| | | | | > > > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > > > instead he got deep fried > > > > married a gal to set him free > > > > fish & chips was his degree > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > that Gratin is all you'll be > > > i can't serve you with my steak > > > but maybe as potato cake > > > > > > He was a boy > > > She was a girl > > > can I make it any more omlette > > > > > > He was a spud > > > She did ??? > > > what more can I say? > > > > > > > > > fry he said, fry > > > cant wait to see you die > > > one more legato > > > for you couch potato > > > > > > punchin out my eye, > > > shovel up my toe > > > burrow me and cry > > > you tiny fuck potato joe! > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > Potato Salad is all you'll be > > You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit > > You are only a worthless Pommes Frites > > He looked like fusion fries > She said I'm gonna digest-a-die > Baked Potatoes coming out of his arse > No solution for their pie > Carbohydrates I can't decide > Potato boy why do you haunt me-ohu-me-yiiieee? he was quite afraid 'cause he never got laid and from all that frying fish he had smelly piss
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| | | | | | > > > > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > > > > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > > > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > > > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > > > > instead he got deep fried > > > > > married a gal to set him free > > > > > fish & chips was his degree > > > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > > that Gratin is all you'll be > > > > i can't serve you with my steak > > > > but maybe as potato cake > > > > > > > > He was a boy > > > > She was a girl > > > > can I make it any more omlette > > > > > > > > He was a spud > > > > She did ??? > > > > what more can I say? > > > > > > > > > > > > fry he said, fry > > > > cant wait to see you die > > > > one more legato > > > > for you couch potato > > > > > > > > punchin out my eye, > > > > shovel up my toe > > > > burrow me and cry > > > > you tiny fuck potato joe! > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > Potato Salad is all you'll be > > > You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit > > > You are only a worthless Pommes Frites > > > > He looked like fusion fries > > She said I'm gonna digest-a-die > > Baked Potatoes coming out of his arse > > No solution for their pie > > Carbohydrates I can't decide > > Potato boy why do you haunt me-ohu-me-yiiieee? > > he was quite afraid > 'cause he never got laid > and from all that frying fish > he had smelly piss He's a Boiled potato now She said sour cream? Oh wow Coleslaw and Grated cheese that just brought him to his knees potato-curry defence left her in a trance
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| | | | | | | > > > > > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > > > > > > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > > > > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > > > > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > > > > > instead he got deep fried > > > > > > married a gal to set him free > > > > > > fish & chips was his degree > > > > > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > > > that Gratin is all you'll be > > > > > i can't serve you with my steak > > > > > but maybe as potato cake > > > > > > > > > > He was a boy > > > > > She was a girl > > > > > can I make it any more omlette > > > > > > > > > > He was a spud > > > > > She did ??? > > > > > what more can I say? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > fry he said, fry > > > > > cant wait to see you die > > > > > one more legato > > > > > for you couch potato > > > > > > > > > > punchin out my eye, > > > > > shovel up my toe > > > > > burrow me and cry > > > > > you tiny fuck potato joe! > > > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > > Potato Salad is all you'll be > > > > You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit > > > > You are only a worthless Pommes Frites > > > > > > He looked like fusion fries > > > She said I'm gonna digest-a-die > > > Baked Potatoes coming out of his arse > > > No solution for their pie > > > Carbohydrates I can't decide > > > Potato boy why do you haunt me-ohu-me-yiiieee? > > > > he was quite afraid > > 'cause he never got laid > > and from all that frying fish > > he had smelly piss > > He's a Boiled potato now > She said sour cream? Oh wow > Coleslaw and Grated cheese > that just brought him to his knees > potato-curry defence > left her in a trance > the power of starch in march oh lord of the grinded tart his peel got stirred so hot Yeah yeah go eat a lot he hates his friend named p.a.n. with his gruesome frying plan
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| | | | | | | | > > > > > > > Avril Lasagne - Potato Boy > > > > > > > > > > > > > > "He just a Potato Boy" > > > > > > > "She said 'where's my grater boy?" > > > > > > > "He wasn't good enough for mash" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > he said i wanna get paid > > > > > > > instead he got deep fried > > > > > > > married a gal to set him free > > > > > > > fish & chips was his degree > > > > > > > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > > > > that Gratin is all you'll be > > > > > > i can't serve you with my steak > > > > > > but maybe as potato cake > > > > > > > > > > > > He was a boy > > > > > > She was a girl > > > > > > can I make it any more omlette > > > > > > > > > > > > He was a spud > > > > > > She did ??? > > > > > > what more can I say? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > fry he said, fry > > > > > > cant wait to see you die > > > > > > one more legato > > > > > > for you couch potato > > > > > > > > > > > > punchin out my eye, > > > > > > shovel up my toe > > > > > > burrow me and cry > > > > > > you tiny fuck potato joe! > > > > > > > > > > Sorry boy but can't you see > > > > > Potato Salad is all you'll be > > > > > You are forcing me to talk a lot of shit > > > > > You are only a worthless Pommes Frites > > > > > > > > He looked like fusion fries > > > > She said I'm gonna digest-a-die > > > > Baked Potatoes coming out of his arse > > > > No solution for their pie > > > > Carbohydrates I can't decide > > > > Potato boy why do you haunt me-ohu-me-yiiieee? > > > > > > he was quite afraid > > > 'cause he never got laid > > > and from all that frying fish > > > he had smelly piss > > > > He's a Boiled potato now > > She said sour cream? Oh wow > > Coleslaw and Grated cheese > > that just brought him to his knees > > potato-curry defence > > left her in a trance > > > > the power of starch in march > oh lord of the grinded tart > his peel got stirred so hot > Yeah yeah go eat a lot > he hates his friend named p.a.n. > with his gruesome frying plan sizzling in oil his skin starts to boil he wiggles and sqirms but P.A.N. gives a damn and chucks in some ham
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