Potato club

(Intro – beat kicks in, disco lights flashing)

Yo, it’s Friday night, deep fryer’s closed,

Potato hit the club, fresh peeled and posed.

No mash, no bake, no fries in sight—

Just veggie crew turnin’ up the night!

(Verse 1)

Potato rolled in, gold chain blingin’,

Tomato at the bar, that salsa swingin’.

Carrot hit the floor with a backflip spin,

Broccoli two-steppin' with a cheeky grin.

DJ Celery droppin’ beats that crunch,

Spinach in shades, sippin' kale punch.

Chili got spicy, burned up the floor,

Potato moonwalked right out the door!

(Chorus)

Potato in the club, no skin, just style,

Groovin’ like a legend, veggie gone wild.

No salad vibes, just disco heat,

Veggies don’t sleep when they drop that beet!

(Verse 2)

Cucumber cool, slid across the stage,

Lettuce did a spin, lost a leaf in rage.

Pumpkin broke a light, danced like a king,

Potato did the robot—crowd started to sing!

Mashed Potato dance? He owned that move,

Radish dropped it low, lost his groove.

Turnip twerked, then tripped on a pea,

Now everyone’s laughing in harmony!

(Bridge – spotlight on Potato)

Then the music slowed, crowd held their breath,

Potato took the mic like he feared no death:

“I’m round, I’m brown, got eyes all around,

But tonight, I wear the veggie crown!”

(Final Chorus)

Potato in the club, no bake, no stew,

He’s got more drip than veggie fondue!

From farm to fame, he’s the king they show,

And he parties so hard, he might just grow!

(Outro – funky echo)

So if you see a spud dancin’ in the light,

Know he’s been clubbin’ since last night.

No plate can hold him, no dish can tame,

'Cause Potato’s the legend—you know the name!