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Monkeys on my Back - Foot In Mouth Disease

I didn't come to this diner to let it on
that I know I was wrong
I didn't come just to see if you're thinking of me
Are you thinking of me?

Can't you see
My monkey needs a place to eat
Don't you know
That monkey's coming back in vogue

This monkey's on my back but it's not because of you
He just needs some food
I rescued him from the zoo he is strong, brave and true
Don't mind the flinging poo

Can't you see
My monkey needs a place to eat
Don't you know
This monkey's coming back in vogue

We thank you now for the meal and the two for one deal
Hey, I recognize your face
Maybe we should go outside and talk things through a little while
It's fine, my monkey won't mind

Can't you see
My monkey needs a place to eat
Don't you know
My monkey's coming back in vogue

Monkeys On My Back
By Johnny Cashpoint (feat. Andy Balham)

Words and music by Mr Johnny Cashpoint.

J$ - vocals, ukulele, organ
Andy Balham – drums, bass, weird hybrid guitar/uke thing.

Remember when you screech at me
Throughout the day cos I am beastly,
Ninety eight percent of me
Is either ape or chimpanzee -

So stop being so damn bossy, acting like you’re Dian Fossey -
If I throw my poo at you, that’s just what us dumb primates have to do.

Monkeys on my back, gibbons on the brain
Gorillas up my crack, evolution is to blame, to blame

You maniac, you’ve blown it up
Out of proportion, time to stop!
Got no time for your plea bargains-
Go tell it to Charlie Darwin!

Don’t give me your airs and graces - If I smear my face with faeces,
Masturbate in public places, I’m just enthralled by my genetic traces

Monkeys on my back, made from marmosets
Don’t need therapist, might yet need a vet, a vet

Why must the only two in the archive thus far mention projectile feces?

This is worse than Paper Thin.

Well what did you expect? We are small-minded people.

And it's faeces.

Monkeys On My Back - Paco del Stinko

Leaves scrape the golden road
Blown by a westerly wind
Trying to find your way home
Along with your adoptive kin

Monkeys on my back (Monkeys on my back)
(Take them away)
Oh no

After the field of sleep
We saw the floating head
She went to the castle keep
And I thought that I would be dead

Monkeys on my back (Monkeys on my back)
(Take them away)
Oh no

Even though we found you
Their memory will hound me
I still feel their paws digging
I still fear my straw free

Hey Paco, too bad you couldn't work poo in there somewhere.

Monkeys On My Back
concept: Ujn Hunter
lyrics: Marianna Cervantes



some would call me AWOL, M.I.A.
or maybe dead
haven't seen my platoon in fourty days
it's fucking with my head
I don't know if I'll ever make it back
it's a roll of the dice
but I have...to...try...

olive green drowns in a sea of red
as the sun turns black
down at the bottom of the barrel again
with monkeys on my back
one man alone can't take it all on
I know I can't ever rise
don't understand how I got here
it's always a surprise

one child with fate in the palm of his hand
and no special love for me

don't forget the infantry
don't abandon your marines
don't turn your back on me

an army man I go where I'm sent
even if I have to go back
down to that hellish place again
that'll give me another monkey on my back
so alone without brothers or love
on the evening of my demise
I am no Atlas beneath the weight
the enemies piling high

one child with fate in the palm of his hand
and no special love for me

don't forget the infantry
don't abandon your fellow marines
don't turn your back on me

spud wrote:Hey Paco, too bad you couldn't work poo in there somewhere.

Oh, there's always a bit of poo in my songs. Just not necessarily in the lyrics.

Song Fight Song 094
Monkeys On My Back

The older I get, the slower I get
There’s lethargy in my spine
If I knew the problems, well then I could solve them
But this is beyond my mind

I’ve got no motivation
I’ve got no aspirations
I need my apple a day
A quick solution
Personal evolution
Is just an iphone away

I need an app that puts some monkeys on my back
Maybe some simian prodding will keep my head from nodding
Need an app that puts some thorns right in my side
Maybe the pain from the feign will finally get me up and moving again

The older I get, the slower I get
There’s lethargy in my brain
I used to be spry, in the blink of any eye
There’s nothing I couldn’t obtain, but now

I’ve got no inspiration
I’ve got no dedication
I need my apple a day
Virtual store shelf
Electronic B-12
Is just an iphone away

I need an app that puts a lump right in my throat
Maybe that morbid sensation will be my salvation
Need an app that sends a quick chill up my spine
Maybe the ice water rush will flush my mind and get me moving again

I need an app to put some monkeys on my back
Maybe some simian prodding will keep my head from nodding
Need an app to put some thorns right in my side
Maybe the pain from the feign will finally get me up and moving again

© 2009 Weakest Suit Songs

Monkeys on my Back
by Ross Durand

One little monkey jumpin' on the Dad
Made him fall down and bump his head
They didn't call teh doctor 'cause it wasn't that bad
Now there's two little monkeys jumpin' on the dad

Two little monkeys jumpin' on me
They got their hands on my eyes so I can't see
But I can hear them both giggle goin' "tee-hee-hee"
Little tiny hairless monkeys crawlin' all over me

I don' think life gets much better than that
Everything else just fades away when there's monkeys on my back

Every day there's monkeys on my back
But these are the ones that help me keep track
They wiggle and they giggle - sometimes they make my back crack
You know I don't care a thing about that

I don' think life gets much better than that
Everything else just fades away when there's monkeys on my back