Me and my Monkey

Intro: Hm  Em  A  Bm     (2x)

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It was me and my monkey
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Him with his dungarees and 
rollerblades
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Smoking filter tips reclining in the
 passenger seat of my
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supercharged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
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He liked the wind in his face
He said 'Son, you ever been to 
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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 
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the wedding chapels and the neon
signs he said
'I left my wallet in El Segundo’ and
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 proceeded to take two grand of
mine
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We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay 
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hotel
Asked the bell boy if he’d take me 
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and my monkey as well
He looked in the passenger seat of 
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my car and with a smile he said
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'If your monkey’s got that kind of 
money sir, and we’ve got a monkey
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bed’
Chorus:
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Me and monkey
Em
With a dream and a gun
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Hoping my monkey
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Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and 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


Bm                     Em
And at the elevator I hit the 33rd 
floor
He had a room up top with a 
panoramic view it’s like nothing 
you’ve
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ever seen before
                                Em
He went to sleep in the bidet and 
when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers 
through the yellow pages
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Called up escort services and 
ordered some oki doke
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Forty minutes later there came a 
knock at the door
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon 
into my bedroom with 3 monkey
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whores
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'Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are 
my girls. Lace my palm with
silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock
 your world’
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So I watched pay per view and 
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polished my shoes and my gun
Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing 
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about lithium
There came and knocked at the door 
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and in walked Sunshine
'What’s up?’ - 'You better get your 
ass in here boy your monkey is
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having too much of a good time’
Chorus:
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Me and my monkey
Em
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
Me and my monkey
      Em
Like Billy the Kid
A          Bm
Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
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Got tickets to see Sheena Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to 
see her before he died
We left before encores
He couldn’t sit still
Sheena was a blast baby
But my monkey was ill
When I played black jack
Kept hittin’ 23
Couldn’t help but notice this 
Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey
I couldn’t be sure
It’s not like you’ve never seen a 
monkey in rollerblades and
dungarees before
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Now don’t test my patience cause 
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we’re not about to run
That’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s
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 packing a gun
'My name is Rodriguez’ he says 
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with death in his eye
'I’ve been chasing you for a long 
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time amigos
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And now your monkey is gonna die’

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Me and my monkey
Em
Drove in search of the sun
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Me and my monkey
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We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
                             Em
But we got 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
You do not stare
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Looks like we got ourselves a 
       Em
Mexican stand off here boy
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And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
How did I get mixed up with this 
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fucking monkey anyhow