It's always plain, never the bread will change
Everyday it seems to be the same thing
Another piece and the sides are so gold
It takes a night just to get you full

You're a fat boy, in a wheel chair you drive
Its toasted, grilled cheese sandwich
Toasted, grilled cheese sandwich

Its never wheat, I have to shop for days
The things you eat, I puke in different ways
The crust is always off
And the plate is in the sink
Times when you're on the phone, I think I need a drink

You're a fat boy, in a wheel chair you drive
Its toasted, grilled cheese sandwich
Toasted, grilled cheese sandwich

I make your cheese, then I have to break my back
Those chubby cheeks, surprised you don't have plaque
I rush to H-E-B, I will never have fun
I've seen a million cheeses, and you only want one

You're a fat boy, in a wheel chair you drive
Its toasted, grilled cheese sandwich
You're a fat boy, you're a thorn in my side
Its toasted, grilled cheese sandwich
Toasted, grilled cheese sandwich