Say can’t you see? I’m punching cheese
When it’s in front of me I’m rollin’ up my sleeves
Let me explain I can’t fight this feeling
Cheese on my ceiling
It’s my own Sistine
As I plan my attack on every stack I see
Do you ever fear your lunch is in jeopardy?
Oh, oh, oh, holey swiss
How art thou hangin’?
With gloves I’m clanging a lovely wedge of thee
Get you goggles on
This may get messy
‘Cause that’s blue-cheese dressing on your rocket leaves
As I plan my attack on the pepper-jack I see
Do you ever fear that your snack is in jeopardy?
Oh, oh, oh
Over there in France they fancy brie
England has stilton with some mushy peas
Far out in Spain munchin’ muchos quesos
A meeting with Manchego would get me overseas
Oh, as I plan my attack on every piece I see
Do youever fear that your slice is in jeopardy?
Oh, oh, oh,
So I’ll wrap it up
I wonder what I’ll dream
But how can I sleep when the moon is green cheese?
---
Lyrics submitted by Gustafer.