Well if the moon is made of cheese

I'm gonna fart the sun

It only makes sense right

Ain't it beautiful ain't it fun

If the world belongs to me

It's gonna be a better one

There are no planes allowed in orbit

You can't say it can't be you guys

How do you know it can't be

I'm tired of all this nonsense

If the moon is made of cheese

I'm farting the sun (wow)

Ha ha I love it

It's not in my power to care

Just believe that your ceiling

Will fall with despair

The mighty machine will

Fly to the sky

To catch my outlined eye

But when the stars align and it's hidden

Your chest of fortune

Opens

Like a

Springtime bloom

And I suppose that if the cure

To everything goes south

I'll give up my sense of smell so I can

Fart the sun