John Prine - Space Monkey Lyrics
Space monkey, space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the airCome gather round me you little monkeys and a story Ill tellAbout a brave young primate, outer space knew him wellHe was born at the top of a big old treeWay back in 1953.He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toesTill they took him to russia cause they could I supposeThey dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snowShot him off in a rocket where no man would goSpace monkey space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the airTherell be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle youll be on your own.He had plenty of cuban bananas and loads of spamBut he found great difficulty trying to open the canOne day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost controlIt spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black holeIts been four decades now, thats nine monkey yearsThats a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fearsSpace monkey space monkeyWhat you doing out there?Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the airTherell be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle youll be all on your own.Space monkey, space monkeyIts time to get realThe space race is over, how does it feelCold wars had a heatwave, iron curtains torn downTheyve rolled up the carpet in space monkey townNow leningrad is petersburg and petersburgs hellFor a card-carrying monkey with a story to tellThe space monkey was reportedly last sighted aboutA half a block off of red squareIn a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friendsThere was the dog that flew sputnikAnd a blind red-headed, one legged parrotWho had done some minor research for dow chemicalThey were drinking american vodkaImported all the way from paducah, kentuckyAnd reportedly had their arms around each othersShoulders singing.Those were the days, my friend, we thought theyd never endSpace monkey, space monkeyTheres nothing to doBut its better than living in a communist zooTherell be no one to greet you when you get back homeNo hammer or sickle youll be all on you own
