Lyrics:
Any Norwegian Jarlsberg, per chance? No Lepta? No Lancaster? No White Stilton? No Danish Brew? No Double Gloucester? No Cheshire? No
Roll over me in the flickering night Oh please Chaume and Jarlsberg, applewood smoked "The pleasure is mine," he obligingly joked Oh please
Jarlsberg Og alle vet at norsk mjød grisebanker Carlsberg Litt for stolt du kan si hva du vil For Norge er det eneste jeg ville gå til krig for [Refreng]
Jarlsberg Og alle vet at norsk mjød grisebanker Carlsberg Litt for stolt du kan si hva du vil For Norge er det eneste jeg ville gå til krig for [Refreng]
Jarlsberg
leder den greia de kaller for gamet Trenger bare cash'a fuck all famet Gutta mine huller deg som Jarlsberg De bare "ja sverg" til de ser han her Hoesa
noen lukter som kuk Det hakke no å si. Jeg spiser dem, jeg liker dem Jeg pakker ut en Jarlsberg-kloss og tar en bit av den Helt for seg selv eller til
beside me at the deli got a Gucci bag I order jarlsberg for a toastie in the sandwich press I think my taste is more expensive more a Louie fan I’d rather
cute Blessed so I'm able to do this wit ease Level up in my grasp I don't care who agrees Each show I'm getting that Jarlsberg swiss cheese Got me
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