Lyrics:

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)



I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

All my friends are junkies

That's not really true



I'm a cold Italian pizza

I could use a lemon squeezer

What you do?



But I've been bit and I've been tossed around

By every she-rat in this town

Have you, babe?



Well, I am just a monkey man

I'm glad you are a monkey woman too



I was bitten by a boar

I was gouged and I was gored

But I pulled on through



Yes, I'm a sack of broken eggs

I always have an unmade bed

Don't you?



Well, I hope we're not too messianic

Or a trifle too satanic

We love to play the blues



Well I am just a monkey man

I'm glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe



I'm a monkey

I'm a monkey

I'm a monkey man

I'm a monkey man

I'm a monkey...