There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged 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 thats where were gonna go - you need a change of pace
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said I left my wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if hed take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
If your monkeys got that kind of money sir, then weve got a monkey bed!
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
Im hoping my monkey dont point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing youd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, theyll rock your world
So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin old Kurt Cobain singing bout lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
Whats up? Youd better get your ass in here boy, your monkeys having too much of a good
time!
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Dont 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 couldnt sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldnt help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldnt be sure
Its not like youd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now dont test my patience cause were not about to run
Thats a bad ass monkey boy and hes packing a gun
My name is Rodriguez, he says with death in his eye
Ive been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkeys gonna die!
Me and my monkey
drove in search of the sun
Now me and my monkey
We dont wanna kill no mexican
But weve got ten itchy fingers
and one thing to declare
When the monkwy is high
you do not stare, you do not stare
you do not stare...
Looks like weve got ourselves a mexican standoff here boy
huh...
And I aint about to run
Put your gun down, boy
huh huh...
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?
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