Well there's a little boy waiting at the counter of the deli shop
Jack's been waiting down there, a gouda half a day,
Feeling bleu, a curd in the whey
Was pushed and he fell, onto his babybels
He grabs his longhorn and he says...

CHORUS:
What about brie? It isn't fair
Can't get enough, feta get my share
Gourmet cheese, I wanna eat
But your cheese smells like dirty feet

Well, there's a pretty girl serving at the counter of that deli shop
She's been feeling provolone, swiss she had a home
A cottage would do, of her own
Well, she cries defeat, decides to eat
She runs to the street and she screams...

CHORUS

Smells like dirty feet...

Take a step back and see it's nacho cheese
It's not fat free, so it's the one that make the big people big
So just edam and weep:
"What about brie?"

And now I'm standing on the corner, Kraft to get on home
It is getting late, just can't make the grate
So I cheddar make it on my own
I guess I'm lucky, I guess it's true
But sometimes I wish for more than I fondue

CHORUS

What about brie?
What about brie?
What about....brie?