Ookla The Mok - Das Uber Tuber, Or. The Mystery Of Mr. P. lyrics

(intro) Mr potato head, master of disguise! He can turn into over 50 completely different guys! Is he a blonde or is his hair red? You'll never know with mr potato head. He's hot! he's out of control. Who's that rappeling down the side of the villain's secret lair? Who's that over there with the countess, sipping sherry with such understated flair? He's cooking when he's when he's behind the wheel Of the mr. potato head mobile. He goes out for a ride... Changes into some other guy... Probably takes the heat in the ride... We're all waiting... He's going straight ahead... Then suddenly, he turns into a drive! Mr. potato head, super secret spy! Cowboy secret space detective, super private eye! He puts on a disguise... He could be anyone of a dozen other potato-headed men! He's not really out of control. He's not even really a man... He came through.. He's doing the best that he can... All he wants is what anybody wants, just a simple life With his loving wife But it's hard to get his family a home when he's on his battery and you go Who's that hiding in enormous faces... Who's that kid with corn stuck in his braces.. Who's all genders creeds, and races, You go man of a thousand faces!! Who's been schooled in all the social graces... Who's that parked in all the handicap spaces... Who can draw anything as long as he traces... You go man of a thousand faces!! It had to happen one day... They both knew this was the way... They'd trained for this their whole lives... They hugged their kids and kissed their wives.. Hugo pulls out a knife... Potato head narrows his eyes... H says i'm gonna cut you down to size... Into french fries! Mr. potato head just grins and says well go ahead and try! Hugo pulls out his tater-grater and says... Prepare to meet your creator-tater. Tato head pulls out his detonator and says This is the last time you will try to rule the world you evil guy! You know i'm not afraid to die And then lets a spud missile fly! There's silence... As the smoke clears... A pile of noses and ears... In a gigantic crater.. Lies our beloved tater!! Mr. potato head... Opens up his eyes!! Now he's the undisputed... Master of disguise! Is he alive, or is he dead? It's hard to tell with mr. potato head! All hail... Mr.potato head!! Mr.potato head!! Eyes are everywhere!