Monday, Monday - Jay & The Americans

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey

And all my friends are junkies

That’s not really true

I’m a cold Italian pizza

I could use a lemon squeezer

What you do?

But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around

By every she-rat in this town

Have you babe?

But I am just a monkey man

I’m glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar

I was gouged and I was gored

But I pulled on through

Yeah, I’m a sack of broken eggs

I always have an unmade bed

Don’t you?

Well I hope we’re not too messianic

Or a trifle too satanic

But we love to play the blues

But wll I am just a monkey man

I’m glad you are a monkey woman too

Monky woman too babe

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey

I’m a monkey

I’m a monkey

I’m a monkey

Monkey, monkey

Monkey

Monkey

I’m a monkey