Biscuit grew up in a factory
Ten thousand crackers were his family
But felt all by himself
Cheese spent his evenings in a restaurant
Working with a Brie that said she was his aunt
But he felt all by himself
Looking for the money, I’m twenty one
It brought back memories of when she was young
And she was by herself
By herself
Searching for his money — I’m twenty two
And whispered slowly — I love you
He felt all by himself
Don’t you know that I think that you’re sexy