This is appallin'
I can't believe you served it like that
You gave me no warnin', yeah, yeah
That this would make a splat
My stomach is roarin'
Been unable to swallow this crap
'Cause the temp'rature is too high and nothin' else is in sight
But the yellow surprise, yikes

Makin' such a mess, dinner's become a farce
It's makin' me regret the dress code you impart
I put on my fanciest, the stiffest of starch
Destroyed, see, 'cause the cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny

It's so overflowin'
I swear somehow this thing multiplies
It's swallowed my toes in, yeah, yeah, gross
I'm up to my thighs
In processed lactose grease, yeah-eah-eah
I wish I could say that it tastes nice, yeah-eah-eah
Way too busy to taste it, more focused on the escapin'
Best be discount calculatin', matey (stranded in)

Stranded in this mess, hope it doesn't get hard
I kinda had a list of things to do, no part (I'm sure zero part)
Of any of 'em has written "got to get tarred
In soft brie" friggin' cheese is far too runny (runny)
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny

But what's got me pissed, the worst damn part
Didn't ask for this, not on the menu card
The chef needs to be sacked real hard, first, save me
Ayy, ayy, cheese is far too runny