Monkey - Molly Johnson

Monkey likes to climb the trees

Monkey likes to pull your sleeve

And if you don’t think he’s a tease

You don’t know monkey at all

Monkey’s like no one you’ve met

Well, this monkey ain’t no furry pet

And if you don’t know monkey yet

You don’t know monkey at all

Monkey, he got that fuzzy face

He wiggles his ears all over the place

But you’re better off with a can of mace

You don’t know Monkey at all

Monkey love young and old alike

Monkey don’t care if you’re black or white

But he sure gives you an awful fright

When you don’t know Monkey at all

You feel yourself start to rock

When he talks that monkey talk

You can smell that jungle air

Well that little Monkey, he don’t play fair

Monkey, he won’t pay his rent

He’ll drink your beer, he’ll trash you friends

And if you don’t think he’ll leave you spent

You don’t know monkey at all