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White Potato, Sweet Potato, Hot Potato, Irish.
White, Sweet, Hot, and Irish.
Spuds for all occasions.

We fry’em, We slice’em, We dice’em, We bake’em.
We mash’em, We hash’em,We whip’em, then dip’em.
I like’em next to my hamburger. French fried.

If you’re hungry girl. Just give me a call.
Bring the knife, the fork, the plate, and you all.
We’re ready for spuds, and we drink lots of suds.
The party is movin’, and we’re really groovin’.

So come on down, to our Irish Pub.
There’s plenty of food, and loads of fun.

White Potato, Sweet Potato, Hot Potato, Irish.
White, Sweet, Hot, and Irish.
Spuds for all occasions.

We fry’em,We slice’em,We dice’em, We bake’em.
We mash’em, We hash’em, We whip’em, then dip’em.
I like’em next to my hamburger. French fried.
Spuds for all occasions…

by Mr. Kim Robin Edwards

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