Gobbled up .. so many treats
Ate them all, took my chances
Went the distance, now I cant see my feet
Half a man with the hunger of five
So many times you declined to fast
You crack a toilet from glut'ny
Dont lose your grip on your midnight repast
You must fight just to keep it inside

Its the eye of the Tater
Its the one millionth bite
Bulking up to the tonnage of a freighter
And the fat, sweaty Beta
Snacks again in the night
And he's watching us all with the EYE
Of The Tater

Face the shake, passing out on the street
Purge it out, staying hungry
They stack the crepes till he's way past obese
Gorging swill as if it's krill to survive

Its the maw of The Tater
Its the skill of the bite
Rising up to the tonnage of L'Eiffel
And his left top incisor
Breaks its crown in the night
And he's wailing because of the MAW ..
Of the Tater

Swelling out, topping three bills*
Has the girth, scarfs the pastry
Went for seconds, now he's not gonna stop
Just a man with pastrami on rye

It's the eye of The Tater
Its the cause of his plight
Swelling up to a figure worth deriding
And the fat, noxious Beta
Stalks parfaits in the night
And he's wolfing it down with the PIE
Of The Tater