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 Then the rumors start to go ’round the world That I'm crazy 'cause 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 in the Earth's surface And the turtles roll through the street And the orchestra's playing symphonies for free And the church holds the key The Moon is pretty cheap