Daddy's on the front porch
Rocking on his rocking horse
He's got a dull grumble
In his poor gut, oh
So he gets on going
Recalls seeing his
Next door neighbors
Before getting home
From the grocery store, oh
So he gets on going
Into the yard
Cross the divider
Slips passed the cars
Cold cheese in the fridge
Daddy wants some
Cold cheese in the fridge
Yeah
Those yuppies oblivious
Their busy bodies
Completely blissfully unaware, oh
So he gets on going
Into the door
Out through the kitchen
Across the floor
Cold cheese in the fridge
Daddy wants some
Cold cheese in the fridge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
The first bite
Is good
So god damn good
The first bite
Is good
So god damn
Cold cheese in the fridge
Cold cheese in the fridge
Daddy!
Cold cheese in the fridge