Monkey Business (Edited Version) lyrics
Outside my window thereīs a
Whole lot of trouble cominī The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heels kickinī rhythm Of social circumcision Canīt close the closet on Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Canīt afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors īcause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, But she ainīt gonna die Slim intoxicado drinkinī dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepyīs playing dollies in the New York rain Thinkinī Bowieīs just a knife Ooh the pain I ainīt seen the sun since I donīt know when The freaks come out at nine And itīs twenty to ten Whatīs this funk That you call junk To me itīs just monkey business Blind man in the vox that will probably die The village kids laugh as they walk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tounge For a cool place to stand Whereīs this shade That youīve got it made To me itīs just monkey business Monkey business Slippinī on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ainīt your business if I got No monkey on my back Monkey business Slippinī on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ainīt your business If I got Monkeyīs on my back The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Canīt get you by that monkey
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