Lyrics:

I Had A Little Monkey
i Sent Him To The Country And I Fed Him On Gingerbread
along Came A Choo-Choo, Knocked My Monkey Coo-Coo
and Now My Monkey's Dead
at Least He Looks That Way
but Then Again Don't We All
what I Make Is What I Am, I Can't Be Forever
i Had A Little Monkey
i Sent Him To The Country And I Fed Him On Gingerbread
along Came A Choo-Choo And Knocked My Monkey Coo-Coo
and Now My Monkey's Dead
poor Little Monkey
make You...break You...make You...break You...lookout
what I Make Is What I Am, I Can't Live Forever
we Are Our Own Wicked Gods
with Little G's And Big Dicks
sadistic And Constantly Inflicting A Slow Demise
i Had A Little Monkey And I Sent Him To The Country
and I Fed Him On Gingerbread
along Came A Choo-Choo And Knocked My Monkey Coo-Coo
and Now My Monkey's Dead
the Primate's Scream Of Consonance Is A Reflection
of His Own Mind's Dissonance