The Rolling Stones – Monkey Man

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey

All my friends are junkies

That’s not really true

I’m a cold Italian pizza

I could use a lemon squeezer

Would you do?

But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around

By every she-rat in this town

Have you, babe?

Well, I am just a monkey man

I’m glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar

I was gouged and I was gored

But I pulled it on through

Yes, I’m a sack of broken eggs

I always have an unmade bed

Don’t you?

Well, I hope we’re not too messianic

Or a trifle too satanic

We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man

I’m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe

I’m a monkey

I’m a monkey

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey man

I’m a monkey…

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