Complicated Potatoes Lyrics - Adrian Belew

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