[Spoken Intro] (Spoken: There were four slices this morning. Four.) [Verse 1] I left it on the second shelf wrapped in the good foil labeled it clearly with my name and the date I trusted this household [Muted trumpet] [Verse 2] I've been patient with a lot of things the last yogurt, the leftovers, the grapes but this... this was the gouda [Pre-Chorus] and you just... stood there in the kitchen light looking innocent with that...familiar...powdery guilt at the corner of your mouth [Chorus] who ate my gouda who opened the good shelf I placed my faith in this refrigerator and someone helped themselves [Trumpet opens up] who ate my gouda I want an answer today this is not a small thing I will not be moved ...say something [Bridge] (Piano only) I'm not angry (Spoken: I am absolutely angry.) I just want to understand what goes through a person's mind when they reach for something ...that was clearly mine [Final Chorus] who ate my gouda who opened the good shelf I placed my faith in this household and somebody helped themselves who ate my gouda I want a name and a reason and maybe... ...an apology [Outro] (whispered) four slices there were four
