Well outside my window
there's a whole lot of
trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin' rhythm
of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on a
shoebox full of bones come on
Oh kangaroo lady
with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rental
on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors
'Cause her well is runnin' dry
I know her act is terminal
But she ain't gonna die no
Slim intoxicado
Drinkin' dime store hooch
Is always in a circle
with his part-time pooch
Well little creepy's playin'
dollies in the New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife
Wo the pain
I ain't seen the sun
since I don't know when
The freaks come out at night
And it's twenty to ten
What's this funk
that you call junk
To me it's just
monkey business kick back
Blind man in the vox
that will probably die
The village kids laugh
as they walk by
A psycho on the edge of this
human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers
are tellin' him to jump
Into the fire
from the frying pan
Trippin' on his tongue
For a cool place to stand
Where's this shade
That you've got it made
To me it's just
monkey business
Slippin' on the track
Jungle in black
If I got no monkey
on my back
Slippin' on the track
Jungle in black
If I got no monkey
on my back wo
The vaseline gypsies
And silicone souls
Dressed to the society
The hypocrite heartbeat
And cheap alibis
Can't get you by that monkey
Oh
Slippin' on the track
Jungle in black
If I got no monkey
on my back
Slippin' on the track
Jungle in black
If I got no monkey
on my back
You can't tell me
I've got the business
No monkey on my back
Yeah ee yeah eah uh
Monkey business
Yes
Business
Don't give me no business boy