Dee do de de, dee do de de I don't have no time for no monkey business I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah Got to be some good times ahead Di, di, di, di, di, di, di Be-dop, be-dop, be-dop, be-dop Dee do dee do day Dee do dee do dee do dee do

(Sad to see you go) (Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Can learn to be I wanna be like you Now I'm the king of the swingers Oh, the jungle VIP I've reached the top and had to stop And that's what botherin' me I wanna be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other men

I'm not sure if I should show you what I've found Has it gone for good? Or is it coming back around? Isn't it hard to make up your mind? When you're losing and your fuse is fireside I can't explain but I want to try There's this image of you and I And it

New York state of mind I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking Musician, inflicting composition Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine Holding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme,

I'm joining the dots From the smoke in your hair to the blood in the bruise And the bows on the shoes you kicked off I'm joining the dots, I'm joining the dots Been trying to think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

And even if somehow you could have shown you the place you wanted In a foreign place the saving grace was the feeling That it was a heart that he was stealing Oh, he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement The eyes are bright; he couldn't wait to

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect?