It was me and my monkey Him with his dungarees and rollerblades Smoking
filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black
Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He
said ‘Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘No’ he said ‘That’s
where we’re gonna go, you need a change of place’ And when we hit the
strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said ‘I left my
wallet in El Segundo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mine We made
tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my
monkey as well He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he
said ‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a
monkey bed’
Me and monkey With a dream and a gun Hoping my
monkey Don’t point that gun at anyone Me and monkey Like Butch and
the Sundance Kid Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he
did what he did
And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor He had a
room up top with a panoramic view it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen
before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little
monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and
ordered some oki doke Forty minutes later there came a knock at the
door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey
whores ‘Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with
silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your world’ So I watched pay per
view and polished my shoes and my gun Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about
lithium There came and knocked at the door and in walked
Sunshine ‘What’s up?’ - ‘You better get your ass in here boy your
monkey is having too much of a good time’
Me and my monkey Drove in
search of the sun Me and my monkey Don’t point that gun at anyone Me
and my monkey Like Billy the Kid Trying to understand Why he did what
he did Why he did what he did
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The
monkey was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he
died We left before encores He couldn’t sit still Sheena was a blast
baby But my monkey was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin’
23 Couldn’t help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it
my monkey I couldn’t be sure It’s not like you’ve never seen a
monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before Now don’t test my patience
cause we’re not about to run That’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s
packing a gun ‘My name is Rodriguez’ he says with death in his
eye ‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your monkey
is gonna die’
Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and
my monkey We don’t wanna kill no Mexican But we got ten itchy
fingers One thing to declare When the monkey is high You do not
stare You do not stare You do not stare
Looks like we got
ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain’t about to run Put
your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow
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