won`t you take a trip with me funny bone deep down to the end of college
street…there`s three guys there that you`ve got to meet…they`ve got some
stories, jokes, and songs that you have just got to hear…and maybe while
we`re there they`ll buy us some beer
well we are those three guys…and no, we really don`t mind a little company
from time to time…they keep coming through the door…fifty minors, or maybe
more…the house is full…the only place to sit is on the floor
when will you play a song for me…I like the one that`s
christmassy…when will you show some fan loyalty?…I don`t know
tell you neighbors…go tell all your friends…and bring them over just to
meet the band…pound some porters, share some smokes, and get out of
hand…we`re not complaining and we don`t mean to grouse…but this
persistence is freaking us out…pretty soon we`ll have to charge admission
just to get in our house
we`re nobody`s circus monkeys…we`re not some tongue-in-cheek show here
for you to amuse your buddies…will you do it again?…I don`t know
we`re nobody`s circus monkeys…we`re not some fucking freakshow here for
you to amuse your buddies…will it ever end?…I don`t know
1,2,3,4 who`s sleeping on my floor?…1,2,3,4 who`s knocking at my
door?…1,2,3,4 will you go to the store?…who`s knocking at my door?…I
don`t know