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 young primate, outer space him well He was at the top of a big old tree Way in 1953
He could through the jungle and hang by his toes Till they took him to Russia 'cause they I suppose They dressed him up in a and it started to snow Shot him off in a rocket no man would go
Space monkey, space monkey, you doing out there? Why it's 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 difficulty trying to open the can One day he slipped on a banana and the ship lost control It out of orbit and shot out the black hole
It's four decades now, that's nine monkey years That's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his
Space monkey, space monkey, you doing out there? Why it's dark as a way up in the air But be no one to greet you when you get back home No hammer or sickle, be all on your own
Space monkey, monkey, it's time to get real The race is over, how does it feel Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron torn down They've rolled up the carpet in monkey town
Now Leningrad is Petersburg and hell For a card-carrying with a story to tell
The space monkey was reportedly last sighted A half a block off of Red In a karaoke bar having a few drinks some of his friends
was the dog that flew Sputnik And a red-headed, one legged parrot Who had done some minor research for Dow
They were drinking American all the way from Paducah, Kentucky And reportedly had their arms around other's shoulders singing "Those were the days, my friend, we they'd never end"
Space monkey, monkey, there's nothing to do But it's better than 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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