Where’s The Chuffin’ Cheese
That day my sweetheart landed with a brown bag in his hand,
I was sitting in the sunshine at my ease.
He put a burger in my hand and I couldn’t understand
Why he’d brought me one without the chuffin’ cheese.
It was beautifully done, with a lovely seeded bun,
But the look I gave him put him on his knees;
When he said “What is it hon?”, I said it simply isn’t done;
It’s very nice, but where’s the chuffin’ cheese?
He was standing in a trance as I pierced him with a glance
That must have measured minus ten degrees
I said there is no second chance that’s the end of our romance
What good is this without the chuffin’ cheese
So when next I meet a bloke, be he rich or stony broke,
He’ll have to learn the way for me to please.
It just isn’t ever oke, not even as a joke;
My burger’s gotta have the chuffin’ cheese.