Sprig O' Parsley Testo

DV: I was walking down a farmer's lane,
Eating a circular cheese,
This Cuban beer i was drinking
Was attracting bumblebees.
But then I looked down at my left
To see a bottom cleft:
Protruding out of the ground
(Was I mentally sound?)
RTM: It was but not a cleft,
It was a sprig of parsley...
Oh, and there's nothing that rhymes with parsley...
This parsley sprig that he saw
Reminded him of his whore
And made me think of cheese...
*Moroccan moustache solo*
If it were not for the jibblies
I'd be left out in the monkey
Selling my body for blue cheese
Aye aye aye! That aint funky!
But five days a week
I go to take a leak
Over on that sprig of parsley....
(nothing rhymes with parsley)
DV: It was but not a cleft
It was a sprig of parsley.....
Oh, and there's nothing that rhymes with parsley....
The parsley sprig that I saw
Reminded me of my whore
And made him think of cheese....
DV & RTM: And made him/me think of....
cheese......
*moustache finish*