Lyrics
[solo trumpet intro; devastatingly sad Spanish trumpet] [one enormous melodramatic crescendo] [rapid flamenco-style trumpet run] [trumpet sounds like it has lost everything] [lasts exactly one second] [DROP HARD into violent brostep] [fast, filthy bass; chopped drums; no trumpet; no theremin] [very serious English accent; repeated 10x] Gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme- QUESO! I want it In my nacho Pour it slow Like molten gold I want it I want it in my buhrito Fill the tube From end to end No dry corners No regrets Poblano? NO! Jalapeño? MAYBE! Guacamole? TOO EXPENSIVE! [distorted bass growl] I came for cheese I stayed for cheese I’ve lost control Release the cheese [robotic chopped vocal] Cheese-cheese-cheese-cheese Nacho-nacho-nacho-nacho Buh-ri-buh-ri-buh-ri-to Put it in the- [brostep is banned] [one lonely dramatic trumpet note] [Spanish trumpet lament; impossibly emotional] Ay… Mi queso… [hope begins to return] [second trumpet answers from far away] [full mariachi band explodes in] [trumpets, tuba, vihuela, guitars, maracas, handclaps] [extremely joyful group singing] QUESO EN MI NACHO! QUESO EN MI PLATE! QUESO IN THE MORNING! QUESO VERY LATE! QUESO IN MY BURRITO! QUESO IN MY SOUL! WHEN THE CHEESE IS FLOWING I AM FINALLY WHOLE! [trumpet fanfare] Poblano? [group shouting] NO! Jalapeño? [group shouting] MAYBE! Extra queso? EVERYBODY: SÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ! [huge happy final mariachi chord] [tuba stab]