I must confess
I feel elated
My voice is heard
My cheese is shredded
Our word is spreading
Like creamy cheese spread
On a tasty, toasted
Slice of bread
The wheels of fate
Turn round and round
And they are made
Of aged parmesan
Slice your foes
Like they are gouda
It's not a crime
It's for the greater good-a
We'll take over the world
Like mold on blue cheese
Our cheesy passion
Is a tasty disease
To the dairy gods
Pray daily, you must
For after all
In cheese we trust
