I'm just a potato, stuck in the dirt,
Can't move, can't dance, can't even flirt.
The birds in the sky, they jig and they sing,
While I'm stuck underground, not doing a thing.

Oh, they flap their wings, they twirl in the air,
While I just sit here, without a care.
They chirp and they tweet, like life's so grand,
But here I am, a spud in the land.

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It’s boring being a potato, just lying here all day,
While the birds are singing jigs, I got nothing to say.
They’re flying and they're laughing, they’re having so much fun,
But I’m just a lumpy spud, sitting under the sun.

I dream of moving, of joining the fray,
Of hopping out the soil and dancing away.
But roots hold me tight, I can’t even sway,
While the robins and the wrens party all day.

They’re chirping loud, they’re having a ball,
And I’m just here, doing nothing at all.
With dirt in my eyes and worms by my side,
A potato’s life is dull worldwide.

It’s boring being a potato, just lying here all day,
While the birds are singing jigs, I got nothing to say.
They’re flying and they're laughing, they’re having so much fun,
But I’m just a lumpy spud, sitting under the sun.

Oh, if I could just roll, if I could just hop,
I’d show those birds that I could bop!
But for now I’ll wait, till harvest day,
When I finally leave this earthy stay.

So here I lie, in my muddy bed,
While the birds keep dancing above my head.
It’s a slow, slow life, being a spud so low,
But maybe one day, I’ll get my own show.