Traveling Wilburys - Tweeter And The Monkey Man Lyrics
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cashThey stayed up all night selling cocaine and hashTo an undercover cop who had a sister named JanFor reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey ManTweeter was a boy scout course he went to VietnamAnd found out the hard way, nobody gives a damnThey knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey lineSo they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they're standingNever saw them when they fellThe undercover cop never liked the Monkey ManEven back in childhood he wanted to see him in the canJan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named BillShe made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hillIt was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheelThey crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squealThe undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liarIf you don't surrender now it's gonna go down the wire"And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they're standingNever saw them when they fellAn ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper close behindTweeter took his gun away and messed up his mindThe undercover cop was left tied up to a treeNear the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factoryNext day the undercover cop was hot in pursuitHe was taking the whole thing personal, he did'nt care about the lootJan had told him many times "It was you to me who taughtIn Jersey anythings legal, as long as you don't get caught"And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they're standingNever saw them when they fellSome place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gasThe undercover cop had cornered the, said"Boy you didn't think this could last?"Jan jumped out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know"The undercover cop was found face down in a fieldThe Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shieldJan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curlI knew him long before he became a Jersey Girl"And the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they're standingNever saw them when they fellNow the town of Jersey City is quieting down againI'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's DenThe TV set was blown up, every bit of it is goneEver since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was onI guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sunThere aint no more opportunity here, everything's been doneSometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of JanSometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey ManAnd the walls came downAll the way to hellNever saw them when they're standingNever saw them when they fell
