Monkey Business

Words and music by Rachel Bolan and Dave "Snake" Sabo Well outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin.' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones. Stack heals kickin' rhythm, Of social circumcision, Can't close the closet on a Shoe box full of bones, come on, uh! A 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 running 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 Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife. Ooh the pain! I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when, The freaks come out at nine, and it's twenty to ten. What's this funk that you call junk? To me it's just monkey business, get back! Blind man in the box that will probably die, The village kids laugh as they walk by. A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump, And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump. Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping 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. Monkey business, Slippin' on the track, Monkey business, Jungle in black, Ain't your business, If I got no monkey on my back. Monkey business, Slippin' on the track, Monkey business, Jungle in black, Ain't your business, If I got no monkey on my back. The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls, dressed to the society The hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis, can't get you by that monkey,m-m-m-monkey, monkey!! Monkey business, Slippin' on the track, Monkey business, Jungle in black, Ain't your business, If I got no monkey on my back. You can't tell me I've got the business. No monkey on my back! Monkey biz-ness, ness, a-business, Don't give me your business boy!

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