My Monkey Lyrics

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You got to be free
The World of Madness is a lot
Bigger than the World of Sane

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I
fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way
But then again don't we all

I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope,
I'm a fifty times the Pope
But I'm the Pope in the hills
and in the mountains

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I
fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead...
Yeah he's dead...
Poor little monkey
Lying down, on the ground, with his
head stuffed under his arms
My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm

I play music, people are
affected by the music I play
That doesn't mean I direct the traffic
That I put a knife in somebody's hand
Tell them to go kill somebody...

We are our own wicked gods
With little g's and big d***s
s*****ic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
heh heh yeah...

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I
fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
Dead...dead my monkeys dead he's dead
Now why why...

I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I
fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo
Knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead

The primates scream of
consonance is a reflection of
his own minds dissonance

Redrum!