Monday Songtext
von Molly Johnson

Mackinnon

First verse

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