I sit down at the ivory keys,
and hit the bottom with my knees
My set of eyes nothing else sees
Yes, I am the King of Cheese
I place my brandy snifter bowl
On my piano, empty hole
For folk to place their money rolls
I start to play with all my soul
A brand new song I never wrote
I modify, and not compose
To make a poesy from prose
I put my love in every note
I make my fingers sing and fly
Till all the ladies sit and cry
The songs I play I did not write
Still I touch them every night
I sit down at the ivory keys,
and hit the bottom with my knees
My set of eyes nothing else sees
Yes, I am the king of cheese