Lyrics: The Rolling Stones. Monkey Man.

I'm a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That's not really true
I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
Whould you do?

I've been biten
I've been tossed around by every she-rat in this town
Have you, Babe?

Well, I'm just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through
I am a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don't you?

Well, I hope we're not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

And I'm just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too