Me and my baby Keeps falling out Let me tell you What it's all about She wanna sell my monkey She wanna sell my monkey She wanna sell my monkey But that
to breathe! Light the fuse-- Light the fuse-- Light the fuse-- Monkey, monkey Light the fuse-- Light the fuse-- Light the fuse-- Go, hey, go,-- Hey monkey
mind and out of sight, it's funny tell the truth it's too easy to amuse keeping people at a distance they'll be your friend, they might pretend, believe it blue monkey
Translation: Ida Cox. Chicago Monkey Man Blues.
Translation: Varsity Blues soundtrack. Thunderstruck [sprung Monkey].
the gutter Just looking at the stars Oh black and blue What are we gonna do with you Oh black and blue I guess baby that we're through Oh black and blue
of mind and out of sight, it's funny tell the truth it's too easy to amuse keeping people at a distance they'll be your friend, they might pretend, believe it blue monkey
Oh the monkey's had a better tale than you Compare to yours all their tales sound so true The way you're actin' seems to me at all the monkey should
We both want the world But we both know that this gets old If I could open up my chest then maybe I could find a way to give you Just a little piece
the skyline tonight is burning my skin but she loves the view and feeling the blinding blue lights are pulling us in light years away her touch stays
yeah, yeah yeah, yeah walking example of you wait for the silence talking backwards to you was never exciting watching everything fall down with
never for one single second thought that I would find myself at the beginning but at the end am I wasting time pictures fading while I sing this song
Wide open, empty coffin Giving up is jumping in Straight forward, sun on the dashboard This dead-end town I'll leave behind Wide open, miles of
so funny We made it with their money Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! See that boy, watch him go Blue jeans with an ass like whoa Silly sonny, sounding rude Monkey
amazing, amazing, so amazing baby baby [T.I - Verse 1] This automatic got a baller habit smoking mase is what you facin' when you hate no rehabilitation for the monkey
DAT!!) BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!) [Verse 1] I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back,
of the country, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big city blues
