The Moon is made of Cheese (but i can't taste it)

The moon is made of cheese
but I can't taste it
But I like the way the texture feels when I lick the surface
And the rumors start to go round the world that I'm crazy
Cuz I can't even taste cheese
But I guess they don't know me
The grass is always green, but I just changed it
To remind me of the way it was when the world was younger
And the tv's on the radio
And the telephone's on the stereo
And the leaves turn to a colorful shade of turquoise
And the birds are made of trees
Think I've explained this
And they fly around on an airplane
In the business class section
And the ants crawl on the earth's surface
And the turtles roll trough the street
And the Orchestra's playing symphonies for FREE!!
And the church holds the key
The moon is pretty cheap