Pineapple and the Monkey - Faces

He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. Please cut me free He's making me strange The monkey and me Sits on my back. Shits on my back. Piss on my back. Sits on my back. Shits on my back. Piss on my back. Kill it for me It's time for a change The monkey and me Starlight, starbright, first star tonight Wish my brother was no longer Cut deep, do it right away Cut clean, make a getaway Leave it out on the highway Kill it for me It's time for a change The monkey and me Starlight, starbright, first star tonight Wish my brother was no longer Cut deep, do it right away Cut clean, make a getaway Leave it out on the highway He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. He's on my back. Please cut me free He's making me strange The monkey and me The monkey and me The monkey and me The monkey and me

Once upon a time there was an engineer. Drove a locomotive both far and near. Accompanied by a monkey that would sit on a stool Watching everything the engineer would do One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat, He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat, The monkey pulled the throttle, the locomotive jumped the gun And did 80 miles an hour down the mainline run. Big locomotive right on time, big locomotive coming down the line. Big locomotive No. 99, left the engineer with a worried mind. The engineer called up the dispatcher on the phone, To tell him all about his locomotive was gone. Dispatcher got on the wire, switch operator to the right, Cause the monkey's got the main line sewed up tight. The switch operator got the message on time, Said there's a Northbound livin' on the same main line, Open up the switch I'm gonna let him through the hole, Cause the monkey's got the locomotive under control. Big locomotive right on time, big locomotive coming down the line. Big locomotive No. 99, left the engineer with a worried mind.

Miss Judy, she was moody Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam I was just eighteen, crude and mean All I needed was to get my own way. Miss Judy, she could have me any hour of the working day She'd send me in the corn field, mid-afternoon Said "Son, its all part of your job" Miss Judy had a p'roxide poodle That I would kick if I was given the chance Madam wasn't amused by the kindness I used I was whipped in the barn until dawn Last summer we was restless, Were gonna make a stand and burn down your farm But it was all in the head 'cause out in the yard Miss Judy had the National Guard We was beat before we started. Miss Judy she was moody But she always didn't get her own way Stage a fight, get it right Kick her when she's down