And with his dungarees and roller blades
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Smoking filter tips
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Reclining in the passenger seat of my super charged jet black Chevrolet
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He had the soft top down
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He liked the wind in his face
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He said son you ever been to Vegas I said no
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He said that's where we're gonna go
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You need a change of pace
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And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
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He said left my wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of mine
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We make tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel
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Asked the bell boy if he take me and my monkey as well
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He looked in the passenger seat of my car
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And with a smile he said
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If your monkey's got that kind of money sir
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Then we've got a monkey bed
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Me and my monkey
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With a dream and a gun
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I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone
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Me and my monkey
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Like butch and the sundance kid
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Trying to understand why he did what he did
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Why he did what he did
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We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
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We had a room up top with the paronama views like nothing you'd ever seen before
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He went to sleep in the bidest
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And when he awoke
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He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
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Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke
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Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
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In walked this big bad ass baboom into my bedroom with three monkey whores
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Hi, my name is Sunshine, these are my girls
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Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah
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They'll rock your world
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So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
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Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain singing about lithium
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There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
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What's up you'd better get your ass in here boy
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Your monkey's having too much of a good time
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Me and my monkey
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Drove in search of the sun
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Me and my monkey
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Don't point that gun at anyone
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Me and my monkey
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Like Billy the Kid
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Trying go understand why he did what he did
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Why he did what he did
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Got tickets to see Sheena Easton
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The monkey was high
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Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
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We left before encores he couldn't sit still
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Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
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We went to play blackjack kept hitting twenty three
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Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
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Or was it my monkey I couldn't be sure
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It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
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Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run
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That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
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My name is Rodrigue he says with death in his eye
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I've been chasing you for long time amigos
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And now your monkey's gonna die
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Me and my monkey
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Drove in search of the sun
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Now me and my monkey
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We don't wanna kill no Mexican
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But we've got
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Ten itchy fingers one thing to declare
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When the monkey is high
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You do not stare you do not stare
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You do not stare
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Looks like we've got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
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And I ain't about to run
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Put your gun down boy
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How'd I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow
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There was me and my monkey
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| Robbie Williams |
