Complicated Potatoes Lyrics

A fat man like me
can never bother with tea or brie
I must go right to the main source
and wolf it down like a rhinoceros
but a woman like her
can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre
She slices and dices nicely
which has a way of enticing me
armed with an apron and spatula
she is a post-modern goddess of love
so why does she feed me pate`
when she knows what I'm gonna say
Complicated potatoes again?
complicated potatoes

She spices her icings precisely
arousing me aromatically
I had a recent rhinoscopy
so I could smell every recipe
still she leaves me on pre-heat
when she knows that I love to eat
Complicated potatoes again
complicated potatoes