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Intro: Hm Em A Bm (2x)
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It was me and my monkey
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Him with his dungarees and rollerblades
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Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my
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supercharged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
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He liked the wind in his face
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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’
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And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon
signs he said
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‘I left my wallet in El Segundo’ and proceeded to take two grand of
mine
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We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel
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Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as well
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He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
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‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a monkey
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bed’
Chorus:
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Me and monkey
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With a dream and a gun
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Hoping my monkey
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Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and monkey
Em
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
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Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
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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
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ever seen before
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He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages
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Called up escort services and ordered some oki doke
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Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey
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whores
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‘Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with
silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your world’
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So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
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Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
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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
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having too much of a good time’
Chorus:
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Me and my monkey
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Drove in search of the sun
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Me and my monkey
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Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
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Like Billy the Kid
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Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
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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
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Now don’t test my patience cause we’re not about to run
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That’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun
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‘My name is Rodriguez’ he says with death in his eye
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‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos
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And now your monkey is gonna die’
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Me and my monkey
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Drove in search of the sun
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Me and my monkey
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We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
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But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
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When the monkey is high
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You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
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Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
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And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
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How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow