Dijon’s in the frig, just lookin’ roun’
He looks down at the cheeses
And he’s not the same
He’s a little spicier and slightly brown

Dijon, Dijon’s mixed with honey
He tastes so great that way
Spends his days waiting
For a sandwich-maker soon to come his way

He was born aside his friend Pupon in a factory
Near the Nathan’s where hot dogs are fed
On a nice warm bun
Elton John, do you like this pun today?

And he shall be Dijon
And he shall be a good spread
And he shall be Dijon
So delicious on a piece of bread
And he shall be Dijon
And he shall be a good spread
He shall be Dijon

Dijon sells in stores all over town
He’s spread so thin with knives
Cheeses sit on the shelves all day
Just in the deli watchin’ folks buy

And cheeses, they want to go on wieners
Leave Dijon far behind
One afternoon, be good tasting
While Levon, Levon gently cries

And he shall be Dijon
And he shall be a good spread
And he shall be Dijon
So delicious on a piece of bread
And he shall be Dijon
And he shall be a good spread
He shall be Dijon