Some simpletons sat down, removed their hats, and had a chat
About a land wif no cheez.
Two floozies met for dinner at the mall, made lotsa calls,
Drove home thru a land filled wif cheez.

Call the car service, tell ‘em I'm goin',
Tell those knuckleheads I don't wanna wait.
Point the compasses, get the sails blowin',
This time I don't wanna be late to a land wif no cheez.

Who is gonna stay?
Who's gonna sail so far away
To this land wif no cheez?
Oh please captain, let it be me,
I'll work for free to go to a land wif no cheez.

There aint nuthin' I can look back to,
That would deter my decision today.
Make ad post haste, make sex post facto.
There's only one place that I wanna stay and that's a land wif no cheez.