Green Monkeys: Songtext
von Graham Parker

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In a distant street a distant beat repeats machine gun like
In a forest grows a sweet fruit filled with poison
In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames high above us
In an office blind machines blink out data in a rush


C#m g#m a b
Whatever they say they say it isn't true what they say
C#m g#m a b
It didn't come from the gays the blacks the haitians or the whores or

Chorus
E a b e a b
Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or green monkeys ya ya ya yah

Instrumental (then) repeat chorus (and fade) /pre>