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It was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and roller blades
Smokin' filtered tips,
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged
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 pace."

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 bellboy if he'd take me and my monkey as
He looked into 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 helpin' my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey, like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Tryin' 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 the panoramic views
Like nothing you've ever seen before

He went asleep in the bidet
And when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow
Called up escort services and ordered some
Okie 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
These are my girls
Lace my palm with silver, baby
Oh yeah, and then I'll rock your world"

So, I watched pay-per-view
And polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain sing about Lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine

"What's up?"
"You'd better get you ass in here, boy
Your monkey's havin' 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
Tryin' 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 burnin' 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 blackjack
Kept hittin' 23
Couldn't help but notice
This Mexican just starin' at me
Now was it my monkey
I couldn't be sure
It's not like he'd ever seen a monkey in roller blades

And dungarees before

Now don't test my patience
'Cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey, baby
And he's packin' a gun
"My name is Rodriguez," he says
With death in his eye
"I've been chasin' 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've got
Ten antsy fingers and walked into the kill
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,
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy
How did I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow

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