Robbie Williams - Me & My Monkey Lyrics
It was me and my monkeyHim with his dungarees and rollerbladesSmoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seatOf 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 thats where were gonna go,You need a change of placeAnd when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapelsAnd the neon signs he saidi left my wallet in el segundoAnd proceeded to take two grand of mineWe made tracks to the mandalay bay hotelAsked the bell boy if hed take me and my monkey as wellHe looked in the passenger seat of my carAnd with a smile he saidif your monkeys got that kind of money sir,And weve got a monkey bedMe and monkeyWith a dream and a gunHoping my monkeyDont 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 viewIts like nothing youve 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 bedroomWith 3 monkey whoreshi, my name is sunshine. these are my girls.Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeahAnd theyll rock your worldSo 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 sunshinewhats up? - you better get your ass in here boy yOur monkey is having too much of a good timeMe and my monkeyDrove in search of the sunMe and my monkeyDont 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 couldnt sit stillSheena was a blast babyBut my monkey was illWhen I played black jackKept hittin 23Couldnt help but notice this mexican just staring at meOr was it my monkeyI couldnt be sureIts not like youve never seen a monkey in rollerbladesAnd dungarees beforeNow dont test my patience cause were not about to runThats a bad-ass monkey boy and hes packing a gunmy name is rodriguez he says with death in his eyeIve been chasing you for a long time amigosAnd now your monkey is gonna dieMe and my monkeyDrove in search of the sunMe and my monkeyWe dont 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 aint about to runPut your gun down boyHow did I get mixed up with this *****ing monkey anyhow
