Get those taiters up on dat wheel,
Baking all day long, that's tha deal.
Spinning around, looking down at me,
Cooking like ro-tiss-er-ie.
See dats whatcha get for the compost peel,
Doesn't belong in the fridge yo what's the deal.
In the wheel of ferris, we can't hear ya'll,
Don't try and escape, yo might fall.
All you do is talk about a nanna style plant,
You drove me so crazy with your rant.
So that's what yo get fo talking crap,
Cookin' yo ass, can't argue with dat.
Spinnin' 360 degrees fo an hour or four,
Finally peace and quiet, can't ask for more.
Baked dem crispy in the carr-aige
Tha complain' clocked too high on ma-gauge
Be needin some peace on this fine day
Up in da ferris is where you'll stay.
By Cathy & Kara
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