Tim Minchin - Cheese Lyrics
One, two, three, four-C-H-E-E-S-ECheeseCheeseCheeseC-H-E-E-S-ECheeseCheeseI love cheese, but it's plain to seeThat cheese... doesn't love meI am such a fool in loveI just cannot get enoughBut it's an unrequited loveI can feel it in my gutsI spend the nights, tossing and turningMy stomach is churningMy heart is a-burningMy nightmares are turning upon me and shame meTo drive me insane, oh the pain, I complain, on my brainAnd I wake up, with sweat on my browI know I gotta give it up and I must do it nowBut instead in the morning when my wife is gone I find myself back on And I know that it's wrong but I'm soon navigatingTo real mature stuff and skanky old ladiesFeeding my ***** for fettered old fettaPhotos of friesian on beds of bruschettaThe worse they smell, the more they swingThe faster the speed, my mouth gets wet, oh god Oh god, oh god! 'Cept perhaps last night's half-wheel of post-midnight double cream brieTrying to replace my fondues with fon-don'tsTrying to develop strength of will, but I know that I won'tI have found love is never fairWe should be such a marvellous pairBut each time I bring her home she goes and renders me comatoseAnd leaves me with self loathing slumped on my chairI cannot camen-bear it anymoreE-damn you, mon amourEverytime I lead you through the doorI end up curled up on the floorOh god, my poor heart is too sore, so no moreBut before I give you up, I just need one more tiny tasteTo leave you like this, would be a criminal wasteJust one more tiny taste, darling pleaseJust one more little sliver of C-H-E-E-S-ECheese! Funky, funky, funkyCheeseCheese, cheese, cheeseCheese
