[Written by Ron Chick and Steve Benito] [Copyright 1986 Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] Here I am in a spotlight Alone: all over again And you are home
[Written by Terry Gorle, Mike Jackson and Steve Benito] [Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] I looked unto the Old
[Written by Terry Gorle (a capella intro by Steve Benito)] [Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] Show me a tear, and
[Written by Mike Jackson and Steve Benito] [Copyright 1988 Richard Cheese Music-ASCAP] Hero, Warrior Sit behind the lines and make the call Leader,
[Written by Terry Gorle and Mike Jackson] [Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] I look into your eyes as you look into
[Written by Terry Gorle and Steve Benito] [Copyright 1987 Apparently Music -BMI] [Richard Cheese Music -ASCAP] Watching the setting sun You feel the
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in Jerus', with the Maccabees Checks from Bard College cashed at Pay-o-Matic On Broadway, pass the yayo magic, static On the 27-inch Zenith, believe it Cheeses, Cheese
stanza quick Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks You know, like the show, Seinfeld? Michael Richards
own mind Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere
like a Richard Pyror 8-track And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax Man please, we want platinum plaques I want cream, green, cheddar cheese
Cheese an' onion sandwiches an' Derby chinaware. Fiddles an' jigs an' Wogie, my dog, Aunty Vi havin' a swear. Takin' my Dad for a pint or two, a Sunday
: Cheese an' onion sandwiches an' Derby chinaware. Fiddles an' jigs an' Wogie, my dog, Aunty Vi havin' a swear. Takin' my Dad for a pint or two, a Sunday
this down the block and you'll be like G's Movin on up like George and Louise On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese My folks, came up, in these
in the mornin Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong
not makin MC's sweat is like seein a brother sellin the Final Call chillin in the short set Check the drill when you see me write your will Makin cheese