The Monkey Song

I wish i was a monkey,
i’d sleep in the trees
i’d do my best to imitate the man, who does his best not to imitate me
you know i’d have thumbs just like a man, but none of the obligations
yeah everything i’m tied to now would be gone, gone gone gone gone gone
i’d like to be a monkey,
be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself with a lot of shit to do
i’d like to be a monkey,
be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself
i’m in trouble with my family,
i’m in trouble with the law,
i’m in trouble financially
I guess you could say I get in trouble a lot,
i’ve danced frantically in passion
i’ve lain motionless in apathy, but all I wanna do is swing in a tree
away from the agony of love and sex and drugs
of love and sex and drugs,
of love and sex and drugs…
and all, all of the lack there-ofs
i’d like to be a monkey,
be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself with a lot of shit to do
i’d like to be a monkey,
be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself…
now if I was a monkey i’d be very very funky
an abundance of bananas, monkey bitches and the skunky
big red eyes and a big red ass,
chilling in my monkey bungalow made of sticks and grass
the monkey life is the life for me,
not a pirate, of mmc, mc spidermonkey
the fly white honky,
the king of the jungle,
the pimp in the palm trees
dipping, sipping on coconut wine,
blinging out my rings,
busting out my rhymes
cruising in my pint sized Escalade,
smoking philly blunts in the shade
this monkeys got it made.
this monkeys got it made
this monkeys got it made,
this monkeys got it made.