This is the story of the Trou Macacq The pine box derby, the monkey
track This is the story of the Trou Macacq The pine box derby, the monkey
track
Not what I'd heard or saw on TV But what I'd witnessed
entirely Each bend in the road was in fact Another curve on the monkey
track
Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over
destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper, and
plan But we had chamber up in the moon Circumstance made us change our
tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkeys riding
the race
Monkey!
You think you got the stuff it takes to break
away Boy you'll be on the track every day Talent, vigor, drive, we'll eat
peanut butter the rest of your life Then these last things you can
arrange Find other people, equally strange Stuff yourselves in the van
and ride The pine box derby to the finish line
I said Chris P. rides
on a serious plan He's going to finish as fast as he can The Escalator
takes it personally And does not drive professionally Charming
Enchantress and Bones can run Even if the windshield wipers are on I the
Broadcaster avoid police But the Bat was led into custody