I don’t drink, I don’t smoke,
I’m an introverted kind of a bloke,
I’m not as fleet as the mountain goat,
But I’m so pleased because I love cheese.
I love cheese on a ploughman’s lunch.
As sure as a hunchback has a hunch on his back,
I’ve got cheese in my packed lunch.
Gorgonzola on a bap or a roll,
I love Brie on a breeze, or maybe on skis,
I love Stilton on stilts, or in a kilt,
Oh yes, I love cheese.
I don’t bet, don’t do ket,
I try not to work up a sweat,
I haven’t broken these shoes in yet,
But I won’t sneeze at a nice piece of cheese.
Achoo.
Yes! I love cheese on a water biscuit,
A baguette or a cracker, or I might risk it with fruit,
While wearing a cheesecloth suit.
Now, some people say, ladies and gentlemen, that life is like a box of chocolates, but for me it’s more of a smörgåsbord So next time you’re down at the cheese counter in your local deli, or maybe even a supermarket, why not think of a very special loved one, ladies and gentlemen, someone you hold very close to your heart, and buy them a nice pound of mature Cheddar!
Gouda on wholemeal, or a nice cheese wheel,
Or Edam on the flippers of a seal.
Oh yes it’s real,
I love cheese.
I really love that cheese!
From time immemorial these musicians have stood at the gateway of nonsense begging peanuts. Spending most of their time
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