Whole lot of trouble comin'
 The cartoon killers and the
 Rag cover clones

 Stack heals kickin' rhythm
 Of social circumcision
 Can't close the closet on a
 Shoe box full of bones

 Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
 Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch
 Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry
 I know her act is terminal but she ain't gonna die

 Slim Intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch
 Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
 Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain
 Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife. Ooh the pain

 I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when
 The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten
 What's this funk That you call junk?
 To me it's just monkey business

 Blind man in the box that will probably die
 The village kids laugh as they walk by
 A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump
 And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump

 Into the fire from the frying pan
 Tripping on his tongue for a cool place to stand
 Where's this shade that you've got it made
 To me it's just monkey business

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 Monkey business
 Slippin' on the track
 Monkey business
 Jungle in black
 Ain't your business
 If I got no monkey on my back

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 The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society
 Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey

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