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Artists:

Lyle "Spud" Murphy  

Albums:

Bud the Spud  

Lyrics:

stuffed, oh yeah
Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough
You know, you're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to spuds

Your greasy hands,
Would an Idaho spud be stamped 'Made In Japan'
The farm just won't get tended, if the farmer isn't here
And the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' may disappear
Would an Idaho spud be stamped 'Made In Japan'
The farm just won't get tended, if the farmer isn't here
And the 'Amber Waves Of Grain' may disappear
It's bud the spud from the bright red mud
Goin down the Hiway smiling-
The Spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig
And they're from Prince Edward
We're through being cool
Eliminate the ninnies and the twits
Going to bang some heads
Going to beat some butts
Time to show those evil spuds
Well its an open road 
And its full of life 
But it stops somewhere 
'Cause time keeps ticking away
Let me tell you about a boy 
An average spud
with the spuds
In Boise, Idaho
Larry Flynt & pee Wee herman
Side by side
In that giant porno theater
In the sky
We're through being cool
Eliminate the ninnies and the twits
Going to bang some heads
Going to beat some butts

Time to show those evil spuds
my spud
You turn around the other way
Little T, City Spud, my homies.
What's up man, you need to get at me

I need to be on this album player,
I'm tryin' to blow up with ya,
S.T.L. y'all
It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for

I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do
A spud for a heart 
A scar on his cheek 
And a rubber duck in his bath 
This boy doesn't give love 
This boy doesn't get love 

He stalks the club
We're through being cool
Eliminate the ninnies and the twits
Going to bang some heads
Going to beat some butts
Time to show those evil spuds
As I was sitting by the fire
Eating spuds and drinking porter
Suddenly a thought came into my mind
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter.
on the Tennessee stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa 
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw 
I wrote a letter to my uncle Spud 
And I rode away
on the Tennessee stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa 
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw 
I wrote a letter to my uncle Spud 
And I rode away
send you up the river someday 

Whiskey ate big holes in Billy's head
Summer's day he shot spud murphy dead
He said I'm headed up the river as he watched
Island
And little old Rhode Island 
Is famous for you

Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land 
In
like me 
She thought I was on drugs 
My mother didn't like her 
She'd never peel the spuds 
So we took off together 
And stayed at Mrs. Smith's
on tickin' away
Because time keeps tickin' away
Time keeps on tickin' away

Let me tell you 'bout a boy
An average spud, he was twice in love
With two
Island
And little old Rhode Island 
Is famous for you

Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land 
In
Fly in retreat 
I would follow without shame 
A stupid spud staggering to the flame 
To be had and re-had 
Be a victim of the pain 
Now it's
Island
And little old Rhode Island 
Is famous for you

Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land 
In

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