There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and rollerblades Smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top 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 when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels And the neon signs he said "I left my wallet in El Segundo" 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 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 And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor He had a room up top with a panoramic views Like nothing you've ever seen before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the 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 3 monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah And they'll rock your world" So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun Was diggin old Kurt Cobain singin' 'bout lithium There came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" - "You better get your ass in here boy Your monkey is 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 black jack Kept hittin' 23 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've 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 is 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 You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow

(Shut up) Shut up Here I stand with head in hand I turn my face to the wall If she's gone, I can't go on Feelin' two-foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can hear them laugh at me And I hear them say Hey, you've got to hide your love away Hey, you've got to hide your love away How can I even try? I can never win Seeing them, hearing them In the state I'm in How could she say to me? Love will find a way So gather 'round, all you clowns Let me hear you say Hey, you've got to hide your love away Hey, you've got to hide your love away La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Shut up, something)