There was me
and my monkey
And with his dungarees
and roller blades
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, have you
ever been to Vegas?"
I said "No"
He said "That's where
we're gonna go. You need
A change of pace
And when 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 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
then we've got
a monkey bed"
Me and my monkey
With a dream
and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey
don't 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
thirty-third floor
We had a room up top
with the panoramic views
like nothing you'd 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
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
And these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver
baby and oh yeah they'll
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
"What's up? You'd better
get your ass in here boy
Your monkey's having too
much of a good time"
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
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
We went to
play black-jack
Kept hitting
twenty-three
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'd never
seen a monkey in
rollerblades and
dungarees before
Now don't test my
patience 'cos 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's 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've 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 f***ing
monkey anyhow?