Don’t Feed the Monkey

It’s monkey business as usual, so go about your day

Try to find the time to unwind in this broken down cage 

Now you’re here no need to fear, the monkey mans hand 

Until at last he has his grasps and makes a monkey man

 

Dressing up he’s in disguise when you see him getting high

Out all night till 5 a.m. but somehow still alive

Gonna find myself, a barrel to put my monkey away 

Go outside, find me a vine and swing till the break of day 

 

Don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around

He’ll tell you fables, to build you up and bring you down

A shadow of the gutters, hiding out around the town 

So don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around

 

Feel the heat of the jungle beat as the monkey does his spiel 

Stopped to take a chance to do his monkey dance and slipped on a banana peel 

Gossip queen of the midwest scene, eating pork chops by the fire

Clock a couple hours with the organ grinder and the monkey’s getting higher

 

Don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around

He’ll tell you fables, to build you up and bring you down

A shadow of the gutters, hiding out around the town 

So don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around

Don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around

He’ll tell you fables, to build you up and bring you down

A shadow of the gutters, hiding out around the town

So don’t feed the monkey, or else he’ll want to stick around