Fried Taters Songtext
von Darrell Scott

It′s so simple that anybody can sing it
Anybody can do it
Anybody can play it on one string
I'm back to busting my balls trying to do somebody a favor
And what do I get? Clams?
Fried taters! Fried taters!
Clams?
You gotta be kidding me
I′ll get an all L.A. band tonight
Count on it
Best chart in my book
You can't tap your foot and keep time There's too much to do, isn′t there?
I don′t think you have to have much creativity to be a hillbilly
Anybody can do that "wah wah wah"
There's a lot more to music than playing a chord
Or two chords to make a few dollars
You show me a home where the buffalo roam
And I′ll show you a dirty house
I don't know what′s wrong with you guys
It's just... you′re just not my kind of people at all
Hmm, I want me some fried taters
No!