Always at school walk around like you think you're tough
But it's me who's gonna have to get rough
Tip your books, open lockers, hit you in the face
Blew you away on the day that we had the race
Four foot four, skinny arms, and an ugly mug
Greased brown hair hanging straight like a dirty rug
I say fight you say that you have to run
Call us names, you cheese, really, you're the one

You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese

In my sandwich you put a piece of football tape
So I spit on your car a wad of something grape
Smashing pumpkins was the only time I thought you cool
Now I know why you're such a geek, you have no tool
You're no jock even though you play basketball
You're just a fag too scared to crap in the stall
You're no good even though you're Swiss American
You little shit I'll stick your face in Jane's big can

You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese

You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese
You're the cheese, you're the cheese, you're the cheese

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