There is cheese, cheese That brings you to your knees In the store, in the store There is cheese, cheese That brings you to your knees In the quartermaster store There is tea, tea But not for you and me In the store, in the store There is tea, tea But not for you and me In the quartermaster store There are rats, rats In bowler hats and spats In the store, in the store There are rats, rats In bowler hats and spats In the quartermaster store There are beans, beans That make you fill your jeans In the store, in the store There are beans, beans That make you fill your jeans In the quartermaster store There's a chief, chief Who never brings the beef In the store, in the store There's a chief, chief Who never brings the beef In the quartermaster store