Don’t Stop, Carb Eating

Howdy friends, my name is Riley Rice, lead vocalist for the fictitious band ‘Flour Power’. On guitar we have Borris Buckwheat, Drums is Peter Potato and our epic producer is Kayla Kumara.

We are on a mission to silence the carby skeptics whilst celebrating the merits of saccharides, starch and fibre. Actually Rach is on a mission, but she sensed that you’d be far more entertained if we championed her message with our musical flare. Flour Power!


Kayla Kumara: Riley, stop trying to make our band name a catch cry, it’s not going to happen

Riley Rice: Kayla, stop pretending to be Regina George

Kayla Kumara: My flesh can always tell when it’s going to rain

Riley Rice: and you’re not Karen Smith, either

Peter Potato: I LOVE GLEN COCO

Borris Buckwheat: Um, not to brag, but I am related to the grain that is used to make toaster strudel

Peter Potato: Borris, you are not. You’re not even a grain, you’re a seed. You’re related to rhubarb.

Borris Buckwheat: Boo, you whore

Kayla Kumara: Borris please! Language!

Riley Rice: For the love of carbs my floury friends, can I please get back to my intro? I think the readers are getting bored.


Anyhow … we were obsessed with Glee back in the day. In fact, their catchy covers inspired us to bake our band. Their interpretation of Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ moves us every time.

So, as a very special tribute to Glee, Journey and anyone who has ever wanted to bitchslap a person for hating on potato, this proud protest of a parody is performed, with love, for you.

Don’t Stop, Carb Eating – ‘Flour Power’

(a tribute to Glee and Journey)

Just a small field grain,

growing with the help of rain

She caught the midday tractor driving over there

Just a sour dough,

Became a bread in Idaho,

Taken to a lunch, as a loaf to share


Jacket Spud try-na live the dream,

The smell of cheese and sour cream,

On a platter they can serve and feed

They’ll carb on and on and on and on


(chorus)

Sushi, Rolling

Up and down the Sushi Train

Diners, look-ing for a bi-i-ite

Sweet spuds, bay-king

Cooking just to urge bowel motions

Hel-ping, peo-ple, to dump ri-i-ight


Chilling hard just to fit the bill

Resistant starch is such a thrill

Doing anything to help your poo,

Ar-rive on time


Some are thin, some are loose,

Some will pass a thousand poos

And through the colon’s distal end

They’ll carb, on and on, and on and on


(repeat chorus)


Don’t stop, carb eating

Keep potato peelin’

Sweet spuds, ba-ay-ay-ay-ay-king

Don’t stop, carb eating

Keep potato peelin’

Sweet spuds, ba-ay-ay-ay-ay-king

Don’t Stop!