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

Are you mine? And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna hear her say is are you mine? In my mind when she's not right there beside me I'm a puppet on a string Tracy island, time-traveling diamond Could a shaped

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

And it's the thousandth time, and it's even bolder Don't be surprised when you get bent over He told ya that you were dying for it Let's have a game on the Teddy Picker Not quick enough, can I have it quicker? Despair to the point will they provoke The

Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste Exactly the wrong time in exactly the wrong place Save it for a rainy day Baby, you go hard in the paint It's just another

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench What have we done with innocence? It disappeared with time, it never made much sense Adolescent resident Wasting another night

Je fais de la bisness Qui a besoin de charité Bonne conscience de mes fesses Des exploiteurs qui vont compter Sur leurs petites donations Pour continuer l’exploitation Tout en évitant l’insomnie J’attends impatient les ovnis Qui pourraient trancher dans

Yours is the only ocean, That I wanna swing from, I was biting the time zone, And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams, And threw caution to the colorful Then we fell asleep in the car, Until the bumps woke me up in your grip And the tide took me

I'm a monkey I'm a monkey man I'm glad you are a monkey woman too I'm a fleabit peanut monkey And all my friends are junkies That's not really true I'm a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer

And in response to what you whispered in my ear I must admit sometimes I fantasize about you, too Last night when my psyche's Subcommittee sang to me in its scary voice You slowly dropped your eyelids When true love takes a grip it leaves you without a