Robbie Williams - Me And My Monkey Lyrics
It was me and my monkeyHim with his dungarees and rollerbladesSmoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black ChevroletHe had the soft top downHe liked the wind in his faceHe said ‘Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘No’ he said ‘That’s where we’re gonna go, you need a change of place’And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he said‘I left my wallet in El Segundo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mineWe made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotelAsked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as wellHe looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a monkey bed’Me and monkeyWith a dream and a gunHoping my monkeyDon’t point that gun at anyoneMe and monkeyLike Butch and the Sundance KidTrying to understandWhy he did what he didWhy he did what he didAnd at the elevator I hit the 33rd floorHe had a room up top with a panoramic view it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen beforeHe went to sleep in the bidet and when he awokeHe ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pagesCalled up escort services and ordered some oki dokeForty minutes later there came a knock at the doorIn walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey whores‘Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your world’So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gunWas sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithiumThere came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine‘What’s up?’ - ‘You better get your ass in here boy your monkey is having too much of a good time’Me and my monkeyDrove in search of the sunMe and my monkeyDon’t point that gun at anyoneMe and my monkeyLike Billy the KidTrying to understandWhy he did what he didWhy he did what he didGot tickets to see Sheena EastonThe monkey was highSaid it was a burning ambition to see her before he diedWe left before encoresHe couldn’t sit stillSheena was a blast babyBut my monkey was illWhen I played black jackKept hittin’ 23Couldn’t help but notice this Mexican just staring at meOr was it my monkeyI couldn’t be sureIt’s not like you’ve never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees beforeNow don’t test my patience cause we’re not about to runThat’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun‘My name is Rodriguez’ he says with death in his eye‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigosAnd now your monkey is gonna die’Me and my monkeyDrove in search of the sunMe and my monkeyWe don’t wanna kill no MexicanBut we got ten itchy fingersOne thing to declareWhen the monkey is highYou do not stareYou do not stareYou do not stareLooks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boyAnd I ain’t about to runPut your gun down boyHow did I get mixed up with this *****ing monkey anyhow
