Lyrics:

Well it's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud,
Rollin' down the highway smilin',
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig,
They're from Prince Edward Island,
They're from Prince Edward Island.

Now from Charlottetown or from Summerside,
They load them down for the big long ride;
He jumps in the cab and he's off with the Pride Sebagoes.
He's gotta catch a boat to make Tormentine,
Then he hits up that old New Brunswick line,
Through Montreal he comes just a flyin'
With another big load of potatoes.

It's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud,
Rollin' down the highway smilin',
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig,
They're from Prince Edward Island,
They're from Prince Edward Island.

The Ontario Provincial Police don't think much of Bud.

Well, the cops have been lookin' for the son of a gun
That's been rippin' the tar off the four-O-one;
They know the name on the truck shines up in the sun -
'Green Gables.'
But he hits Toronto and at seven o'clock,
He backs her up again at the terminal dock,
And the boys gather 'round just to hear him talk
About another big load of potatoes.

It's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud,
Rollin' down the highway smilin',
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig,
They're from Prince Edward Island,
They're from Prince Edward Island.

Now I know a lot of people from east to west
And they like the spuds from the island best,
'Cause they stand up to the hardest test - Right on the table;
So when you see that big truck rollin' by,
Wave your hand or kinda wink your eye,
'Cause that's Bud the Spud, from P.E.I.
With another big load of potatoes!

It's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud,
Rollin' down the highway smilin',
Because he's got another big load of the best dog-gone potatoes that's ever been growed,
And they're from Prince Edward Island,
They're from Prince Edward Island.