Robbie Williams

Robbie Williams - There was me and my monkey lyrics

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And with his dungarees and roller blades

Smoking filter tips

Reclining in the passenger seat of my super charged 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 pace

And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs

He said left my wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of mine

We make tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel

Asked the bell boy if he 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

Then we've got a monkey bed



Me and my monkey

With a dream and a gun

I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone

Me and my monkey

Like butch and the sundance kid

Trying to understand why he did what he did

Why he did what he did



We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor

We had a room up top with the paronama views like nothing you'd ever seen before

He went to sleep in the bidest

And when he awoke

He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages

Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke

Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door

In walked this big bad ass baboom into my bedroom with three monkey whores

Hi, my name is Sunshine, these are my girls

Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah

They'll rock your world

So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun

Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain singing about lithium

There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine

What's up you'd better get your ass in here boy

Your monkey's 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 go 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

We went to play blackjack kept hitting twenty three

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'd 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 Rodrigue he says with death in his eye

I've been chasing you for long time amigos

And now your monkey's gonna die



Me and my monkey

Drove in search of the sun

Now me and my monkey

We don't wanna kill no Mexican

But we've 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've got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy

And I ain't about to run

Put your gun down boy

How'd I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow
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