Me And My Monkey"There was me and my monkeyAnd with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tipsReclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black ChevroletHe 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 we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signsHe said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grand of mineWe made tracks to The Mandalay Bay HotelAsked the bell boy if he'd 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 monkeyWith a dream and a gunI'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyoneMe and my monkeyLike Butch and the Sundance KidTrying to understand why he did what he didWhy he did what he didWe got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floorWe had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen beforeHe went to sleep in the bidet and when he awokeHe ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pagesCalled up some escort services and ordered some okey dokeForty minutes later there came a knock at the doorIn walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girlsLace 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 gunWas diggin' old Kurt Cobain singing 'bout lithiumThere 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 goodtime!'Me and my monkeyDrove in search of the sunMe and my monkeyDon't point that gun at anyoneMe and my monkeyLike Billy The KidTrying to understand why he did what he didWhy he did what he didGot tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was highSaid it was a burning ambition to see her before he diedWe left before encores, he couldn't sit stillSheena was a blast baby but my monkey was illWe went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty threeCouldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at meOr was it my monkey? I couldn't be sureIt's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees beforeNow don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to runThat's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun'My name is Rodriguez', he says with death in his eye'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey's gonna die!'Me and my monkeydrove in search of the sunNow me and my monkeyWe don't wanna kill no mexicanBut we've got ten itchy fingersand one thing to declareWhen the monkey is highyou do not stare, you do not stareyou do not stare...Looks like we've got ourselves a mexican standoff here boyhuh...And I ain't about to runPut your gun down, boyhuh huh...How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow