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 y

our 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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