Adrian Belew - Complicated Potatoes

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