Me and my Monkey

Intro:            (2x) 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’ Chorus: 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 your monkey is   having too much of a good time’ Chorus: 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 (no chords) 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