There is a reason you see
That I'm thicker in the middle
I could blame it on a bad knee
Maybe just a little
I could blame it on my blue jeans
Or that my wife is such a fine chef
My metabolism 's changing
But I haven't told you yet
It's a magical, mysterious
Hispanically ambiguously glaze
What is that white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
So won't somebody tell me please
What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me
We'll you know they'll never tell you
Cause then they'd have to k** you
There's a mother load of cheese-juice
That they found in Matchu Pichu
In the temple of the Incas
There's a fountain flowing cheese dip
And then they smuggle it to Texas
And then they trick us with the free chips
It's mind control in a salsa bowl
I'm not even sure I remember how I got here
Well give me some of that white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
In its sublime consistency
What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me
So this is sort of a love song
It's a kind of confession
As for me ya see I'm long gone
So consider this a lesson
They wanna make us into zombies
Lurch into La Hacienda
To gobble up the Chimmy Chongas
That isn't how you wanna end up
But Mexico remembers the Alamo
And the ghost of Montezuma 's on the move
He's taken over with the white stuff on my nachos
It's too thin for melted cheese
It's too thick to be just milk
So won't somebody tell me please
What is that white stuff I'm consuming
Cause it's so consuming me
What is that white stuff won't somebody please
What is that white stuff won't somebody please
What is that white stuff
I don't care, just pa** the cheese