The Moon Is Made Of Cheese But I Cant Taste It

E/B E E/B E The moon is made of cheese, but I can't taste it E C#m E F#m But I like the way the texture feels when I lick the surface E And the rumors start to go around the world that I'm crazy Cos I can't even taste cheese, but I guess they don't know me E/B E E/B E The grass is always green, but I just changed it E C#m E F#m To remind me of the way it was when the world was younger E And the TV's on the radio, and the telephone's on the stereo And the leaves turn a colorful shade of T U R Q U O I S E E/B E E/B E And the birds are made of trees, I think I've explained this E C#m E F#m And they fly around on an airplane in the business class section G And the ants crawl on the Earth's surface D#m And the turtles roll through the street A# B# D And the orchestra's playing symphonies for free And the church holds the key E/B E The moon is pretty cheap