Space monkey, space monkey, you doing out there? Why it's as a dungeon, way up in the air
Come gather 'round me you monkeys and a story I'll tell About a young primate, outer space knew him well He was at the top of a big old tree Way in 1953
He swing through the jungle and hang by his toes they took him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose They dressed him up in a and it started to snow him off in a rocket where no man would go
Space monkey, space monkey, what you out there? Why it's as a dungeon way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get home Well, no hammer or sickle, you'll be on own
He had of Cuban bananas and loads of Spam But he found great difficulty trying to the can One day he on a banana peel and the ship lost control It spun out of orbit and shot out the black
It's been four decades now, nine monkey years That's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his
Space monkey, space monkey, what you out there? Why dark as a dungeon way up in the air But there'll be no one to you when you get back home No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on own
Space monkey, space monkey, it's time to get The race is over, how does it feel Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron Curtain's torn They've rolled up the in space monkey town
Now Leningrad is and Petersburg's hell For a card-carrying monkey a story to tell
The monkey was reportedly last sighted about A half a off of Red Square In a karaoke bar having a few with some of his friends
There was the dog that flew And a blind red-headed, one parrot Who had done some minor research for Dow
They were drinking Vodka Imported all the way from Paducah, And reportedly had their arms around each other's singing "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd end"
Space monkey, space monkey, nothing to do But it's better living in a Communist zoo There'll be no one to greet you you get back home No or sickle, you'll be all on you own
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