I like my food spicy within reason
Lucky all year is mustard season
I like it with eggs, I like it with tators
I would fight off a pit of alligators
Fits like a glove
Mustard love

I have a special bond to mayonnaise
But when it comes down you won’t need X-rays
(To see that mustard is superior)
I call myself a dijon-warrior
Fits like a glove
Mustard love

I consider you to be my best friend
You will be with me until the end
Ketchup ain’t got shit on you
Only you can make me feel like I do

You’re my saviour
Excuse my behavior
Fits like a glove
Mustard love