Lyrics:

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

Birds and bees
Chimpanzees
Buzzing 'round my head
Swinging from trees

She's a deep dish pie
A precious flower
Wrapped like candy
Primped and powdered

While the creepers creep
And the willows weep
In the dead of the night
I'm counting sheep

All night long
I toss and turn
I wonder what
It's gonna take to learn

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

We got brand new drugs
For the same old blues
Satellites peaking
Into your room

A machine to tell me
If you're lying
Sheep for cloning
Eggs for frying

I can meet for lunch
With the man on the moon
Do almost anything
I want to do

Makes no difference
Where you go
Everybody's got a theory
But nobody knows

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

I've peeked through keyholes
On my knees
For clues to life's
Mysteries

From daytime soaps
To late-night cable
Round the corner
Under the table

I'm looking for a love
That can't be named
Looking for a love
That knows no shame

Big or round
Short or tall
I got to get it
Or nothing at all

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance

What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance
What makes the monkey dance