Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why it's as a dungeon, way up in the air
Come 'round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell About a brave primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old Way in 1953
He could swing through the jungle and by his toes Till they took him to Russia they could I suppose They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to Shot him off in a rocket where no man go
Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why dark as a dungeon way up in the air be no one to greet you when you get back home Well, no hammer or sickle, be on your own
He had plenty of Cuban and loads of Spam But he found great difficulty trying to the can One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost It spun out of orbit and out the black hole
It's been 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 doing out Why dark as a dungeon way up in the air But there'll be no one to greet you you get back home No or sickle, you'll be all on your own
Space monkey, space monkey, it's to get real The race is over, how does it feel Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron torn down rolled up the carpet in space monkey town
Now Leningrad is Petersburg and Petersburg's For a card-carrying monkey a story to tell
The space monkey was reportedly sighted about A half a off of Red Square In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his
was the dog that flew Sputnik And a blind red-headed, one parrot Who had done some minor for Dow Chemical
They were drinking American all the way from Paducah, Kentucky And reportedly had their arms around each other's singing "Those the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end"
monkey, space monkey, there's nothing to do But it's better living in a Communist zoo There'll be no one to you when you get back home No or sickle, you'll be all on you own
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