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 âSon, you ever been to Vegas?â I said âNoâ he said âThatâs where weâre gonna go, you need a change of placeâ And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said âI left my wallet in El Segundoâ and proceeded to take two grand of mine We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel Asked the bell boy if heâd take me and my monkey as well He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said âIf your monkeyâs got that kind of money sir, and weâve got a monkey bedâ
Me and monkey With a dream and a gun Hoping my monkey Donât 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 itâs like nothing youâve 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 âHi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and theyâll rock your worldâ 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 âWhatâs up?â - âYou better get your ass in here boy your monkey is having too much of a good timeâ
Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey Donât 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 couldnât sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my monkey was ill When I played black jack Kept hittinâ 23 Couldnât help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my monkey I couldnât be sure Itâs not like youâve never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before Now donât test my patience cause weâre not about to run Thatâs a bad-ass monkey boy and heâs packing a gun âMy name is Rodriguezâ he says with death in his eye âIâve been chasing you for a long time amigos And now your monkey is gonna dieâ
Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey We donât 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 ainât about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow