Verse 1)
In a world of spuds, a humble start,
Just a potato, with a simple heart.
Then a slicin', a dicin', a perfect cut,
Ready for destiny, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Into the fryer, the oil so hot,
A golden transformation, right on the spot.
(Chorus)
Oh, French fry, crispy and grand,
The tastiest morsel in all the land.
Salty and golden, a perfect delight,
You make every single bite just right.
(Verse 2)
From Idaho fields to a paper carton,
A journey of flavor, a delicious pardon.
A sprinkle of salt, a dash of the sea,
Just waiting for someone to pick up on me.
With ketchup or mayo, or plain on its own,
The best little fry that you've ever known.
(Chorus)
Oh, French fry, crispy and grand,
The tastiest morsel in all the land.
Salty and golden, a perfect delight,
You make every single bite just right.
(Bridge)
Some like 'em thin, some like 'em thick,
Steak fries or shoestring, what's your pick?
But no matter the shape, or how they are fried,
A perfect companion, right by your side.
(Chorus)
Oh, French fry, crispy and grand,
The tastiest morsel in all the land.
Salty and golden, a perfect delight,
You make every single bite just right.
(Outro)
So next time you're hungry, and looking for cheer,
Remember the French fry, so very dear.
A golden perfection, a savory treat,
The humble French fry just can't be b**t
