Complicated Potatoes - The Bears

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