Me And My Monkey lyrics

Artist  : Robbie Williams 
Song : Me And My Monkey
 


It was me and my monkey
Him with his dungarees
and rollerblades
Smoking filter tips reclining
in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet
black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
He
liked the wind in his face
He said ‘Son, you
ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘No’ he said
‘That’s where we’re gonna go, you need a
change of place’
And when we hit the strip
with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
he said
‘I left my wallet in El Segundo’
and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We
made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel
Asked
the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as
well
He looked in the passenger seat of my car
and with a smile he said
‘If your monkey’s
got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a
monkey bed’

Me and monkey
With a
dream and a gun
Hoping my monkey
Don’t
point that gun at anyone
Me and monkey
Like
Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to
understand
Why he did what he did
Why he
did what he did

And at the elevator I hit
the 33rd floor
He had a room up top with a
panoramic view it’s like nothing you’ve ever
seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and
when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers
through the yellow pages
Called up escort
services and ordered some oki doke
Forty
minutes later there came a knock at the
door
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into
my bedroom with 3 monkey whores
‘Hi, my name
is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with
silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your
world’
So I watched pay per view and
polished my shoes and my gun
Was sticking on
Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
There came and
knocked at the door and in walked
Sunshine
‘What’s up?’ - ‘You better
get your ass in here boy your monkey is having
too much of a good time’

Me and my
monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my
monkey
Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me
and my monkey
Like Billy the Kid
Trying to
understand
Why he did what he did
Why he
did what he did

Got tickets to see Sheena
Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a
burning ambition to see her before he died
We
left before encores
He couldn’t sit
still
Sheena was a blast baby
But my monkey
was ill
When I played black jack
Kept
hittin’ 23
Couldn’t help but notice this
Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my
monkey
I couldn’t be sure
It’s not like
you’ve never seen a monkey in rollerblades and
dungarees before
Now don’t test my patience
cause we’re not about to run
That’s a
bad-ass monkey boy and he’s packing a
gun
‘My name is Rodriguez’ he says with
death in his eye
‘I’ve been chasing you
for a long time amigos
And now your monkey is
gonna die’

Me and my monkey
Drove in
search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We
don’t wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten
itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the
monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not
stare
You do not stare

Looks like we
got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
And
I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down
boy
How did I get mixed up with this fucking
monkey anyhow