INTRO: Si sénor, The cheese.
Who likes cheeeeese?
Cheeeeeese!
VERSE 1: Watch out for the teachers behind.
They are in my mind
Not very kind
And they don't demand (the cheese).
You're lucky no one watches you.
Because they are full of CHEEEEEESE!
CHORUS: Why? The cheese.
I ate the cheese.
I live the cheese.
I sniff the cheese.
I date the cheese.
I am the cheese.
I cu-u-ut the cheeeeeese.
Mmmm, cheese.
VERSE 2: I sit at home and watch Pulp Fiction.
Eating my cheese.
That lump of cheese.
Oh, the cheese.
A largish mammal.
Don't mess with me or my hombrés will get you,
My moroccan hombres
They are out to get you.
You climb trees with the left half of your teeth,
The toaster talks to you
And your fridge has yaks!
CHORUS 2x
VERSE 3: Dubbell Vee humps my speakers.
And he likes to eat cheese.
It makes me feel like dancing with a red balloon.
Oh, the lump of cheese.
Why the cheese? I said so.
I have a moroccan afro.
Who eats the cheese? Me do.
Who cuts the cheese? Dubbell do.
Fuck your couch.
Wear your toilet seat.
CHORUS 2x
