Sprig Of Parsley Testo

Testo Sprig Of Parsley

DV: I was walking down a farmers 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 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 leek
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......
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