They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States


For teaching that man descended from the apes


They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight


If they·d seen me chasin· you, sugar, through the jungle last night


They·da called in that jury and a one two three said


Part man, part monkey, definitely




Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple


Man in a monkey suit swears he·ll do no evil


Offers his lover·s prayer but his soul lies


Dark and driftin· and unsatisfied


Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see


Part man, part monkey, looks like to me




Well the night is dark, the moon is full


The flowers of romance exert their pull


We talk awhile, my fingers slip


I·m hard and crackling like a whip




Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire


Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire


Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so


Well you can ask me, mister, because I know


Tell them soul-suckïn· preachers to come on down and see


Part man, part monkey, baby that·s me