This is the story of the Trou Macaca

The fine box derby, the monkey track

This is the story of the Trou Macaca

The fine box derby, the monkey track



Now what I'd heard about on TV

But what I'd witnessed entirely

Each bend in the road was intact

Another curb 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 monkey's riding a race



Monkey!



You think you got to stop and take the break away

Fly away on the track every day

Talent, bigger drive will lead Trou Macace to the rest of your life

Then these last things you can arrange

Find other people, we call it strange

Stop yourselves in the fun and ride

The fine box derby to the finish line



I said push be rides are a serious ban

He's going to finish as fast as he can

The escalator takes it personally

And does not ride professionally

Charming enchantress and bone can run

Even if the windshield wipers are on

Either broadcast or avoid police

But the back was legend to cross the lead