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And with his dungarees and
roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat
of my super charged jet black

Chevrolet
He had the softtop 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
pace'
And we hit the strip with all the

wedding chapels and the neon
signs
He said 'I left my wallet in El
Segondo'

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,
Then we've got a monkey bed!'
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun

I'm hoping my monkey don't
point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did
what he did
Why he did what he did
We got the elevator, I hit the

33rd floor
We had a room up top with the
panoramic views

Like nothing you'd ever seen
before
He went to sleep in the bidet

and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers
through yellow pages
Called up escort services and
ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came

a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass
baboon into my bedroom

With three monkey whores
'Hi! My name is Sunshine these

are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby

And oh yeah, they'll rock your
world'
So I watched pay per view and
polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain
sing about lithium
There came a knock at the door

and in walked Sunshine
'What's up? You'd better get
your ass in here boy,

Your monkey's 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
We went to play blackjack, kept

hitting twenty three
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'd 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's 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
Spoken

Looks like we got ourselves a
Mexican stand off here boy
And I ain t about to run
Put your gun down boy
Or someones gonna get hurt
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Title
Me And My Monkey
Artist
Robbie Williams
Brand
Gnome Karaoke
(12 Other Versions)
Code
LGK06-07
Genres
alternative rock, britpop, dance music, electronic music, pop, pop music, pop rock, soft rock