copyright
1997 Randam music
words by Rand Bellavia and Adam L. English
music by Adam L. English and Rand Bellavia
Performed by Ookla The Mok
Mr. Potato Head, master of disguise He can turn into over fifty completely different guys Is he a blonde or is his hair red? You never know with Mr. Potato Head He's hot, he's out of control Who's that repelling down the side of the evil villain's secret lair? Who's that over there with the countess sipping sherry with such understated flair? He's cooking when he's behind the wheel of the Mr. Potato Head-Mobile When he goes out for a ride (he changes into some other guy) Everybody waits for him to arrive (we're all waiting) He's going straight ahead then all at once he turns into a drive Mr. Potato Head super secret spy Cowboy secret space detective super private eye He puts on a disguise and then He could be anyone of a dozen other potato-headed men He's not really out of control He's just a man (he's not even really a man) Okay true but 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 give his family a home When he's always battling Hugo Who's that hiding in enormous vases? Who's that kid with corn stuck in his braces? Who's all genders, creed, and races? Hugo, Man of a Thousand Faces! Who's been schooled in all the social graces? Who's that parked in all the handicapped spaces? Who can draw anything as long as he traces? Hugo, Man of a Thousand Faces! It had to happen someday He's the natural enemy They both knew this was the way Of our heroic Mr. P They'd trained for this their whole lives There can only be one master of disguise They hugged their kids and kissed their wives So one will live the other dies Hugo pulls out a knife (Mr. Potato Head narrows his eyes) He 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 He says, "Prepare to meet your creator, tater" Mr. Potato Head whips out his detonator He 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 let's the Spud Missle fly There's silence as the smoke clears It looks like this could be the end A pile of noses and ears Of our carbohydrate-laden friend In a gigantic crater He stopped his mortal enemy Lies our beloved tater Now he'll forever rest in peas 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