"ME AND MY MONKEY"
It was
me and my
monkey
Him with
his dungarees and rollerblades
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, you ever been to
Vegas?’ I said ‘No’ he said
‘That’s
where we’re
gonna go, you need a
change of place’
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
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, and we’ve got
a monkey bed’
Me and
monkey
With a
dream and a gun
Hoping my
monkey
Don’t point
that gun at anyone
Me and
monkey
Like Butch
and the Sundance
Kid
Trying 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 a panoramic view
it’s like nothing
you’ve ever
seen before
He went
to sleep in the bidet
and when he awoke
He ran
his little monkey fingers through the yellow
pages
Called up
escort services and ordered some
oki doke
Forty minutes
later there came a knock
at the door
In walked
this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom
with 3 monkey whores
‘Hi,
my name is Sunshine. These are my girls.
Lace my palm
with
silver baby
oh yeah and
they’ll rock your world’
So I watched
pay per view
and polished my shoes and
my gun
Was sticking
on Kurt Cobain
sing about lithium
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 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
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
Now don’t
test my patience
cause 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 is 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 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
fucking monkey anyhow
"Escapology"
2002
 ðàçäåë "Òåêñòû ïåñåí Ðîááè Óèëüÿìñà"