Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why it's as a dungeon, way up in the air
Come gather 'round me you little monkeys and a story tell About a young primate, outer space knew him well He was at the top of a big old tree Way in 1953
He could swing through the jungle and hang by his Till took him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose They him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow Shot him off in a rocket no man would go
Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why it's dark as a way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get back 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 hole
It's four decades now, that's nine monkey years That's a long time for a monkey to confront all his fears
Space monkey, space monkey, what you out there? Why it's as a dungeon way up in the air But there'll be no one to greet you you get back home No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on own
monkey, space monkey, it's time to get real The space is over, how does it feel Cold War's had a heatwave, Curtain's torn down They've rolled up the carpet in space town
Now is Petersburg and Petersburg's hell For a card-carrying monkey a story to tell
The space was reportedly last sighted about A a block off of Red Square In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his
was the dog that flew Sputnik And a red-headed, one legged parrot Who had done some research for Dow Chemical
They were drinking Vodka all the way from Paducah, Kentucky And had their arms around each other's shoulders singing "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd end"
Space monkey, space monkey, nothing to do But it's better than living in a zoo There'll be no one to greet you you get back home No hammer or sickle, be all on you own
Space