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
 '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 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