(Verse 1)
Slumdum’s got a dream, it’s simple and true,
He’s not chasing fame, just a different view,
With a sack of spuds and a heart full of cheer,
He’s flying high, no worries, no fear.
He’s got his slum-plane, rusted but strong,
Taking off from the ground where he belongs,
Through the clouds and the sky so wide,
With a bag of potatoes by his side.
(Chorus)
Slumdum, Slumdum, flying so high,
With potatoes in the cockpit, reaching for the sky,
He don’t need gold, don’t need fame,
He’s just a guy with a slum-plane name.
Potatoes and wings, he’ll take the ride,
Slumdum’s flying, nothing to hide.
(Verse 2)
He’s got a little shack on the edge of town,
Where the sun sets slow, and the sky falls down,
His plane’s held together by hope and duct tape,
But when he takes off, man, it’s pure escape.
Spuds for breakfast, spuds for lunch,
He fries ‘em up crispy, takes a big crunch,
No fancy meals or five-star spreads,
Just a tuber in his hand, and dreams in his head.
(Chorus)
Slumdum, Slumdum, flying so high,
With potatoes in the cockpit, reaching for the sky,
He don’t need gold, don’t need fame,
He’s just a guy with a slum-plane name.
Potatoes and wings, he’ll take the ride,
Slumdum’s flying, nothing to hide.
(Bridge)
He don’t need a mansion, he don’t need a car,
Just a slum-plane and his potatoes, he’s a star,
Through the wind and the rain, he’ll make his way,
Every day’s an adventure, come what may.
From the soil to the skies, he’s got his thing,
No big city lights, but his heart still sings,
He’s the king of the air, with a sack full of fries,
Flying free, with the world in his eyes.
(Chorus)
Slumdum, Slumdum, flying so high,
With potatoes in the cockpit, reaching for the sky,
He don’t need gold, don’t need fame,
He’s just a guy with a slum-plane name.
Potatoes and wings, he’ll take the ride,
Slumdum’s flying, nothing to hide.
(Outro)
So here’s to Slumdum, with his heart so wide,
And his little slum-plane soaring with pride,
He’s got potatoes, and that’s all he needs,
Flying free, living life with ease.