Testo Monkey Business (Edited Version) Skid Row
Outside my window thereôs a
Whole lot of trouble cominô
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickinô rhythm
Of social circumcision
Canôt close the closet on
Shoe box full of bones
Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
in a pouch
Canôt afford the rental on
a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors ôcause her
well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ainôt gonna die
Slim intoxicado drinkinô dime
store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
part-time pooch
Little creepyôs playing dollies in the
New York rain
Thinkinô Bowieôs just a knife
Ooh the pain
I ainôt seen the sun since I donôt
know when
The freaks come out at nine
And itôs twenty to ten
Whatôs this funk
That you call junk
To me itôs just monkey business
Blind man in the vox that will
probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human
garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers
are telling
Him to jump
Into the fire from the frying pan
Tripping on his tounge
For a cool place to stand
Whereôs this shade
That youôve got it made
To me itôs just monkey business
Monkey business
Slippinô on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ainôt your business if I got
No monkey on my back
Monkey business
Slippinô on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
Ainôt your business
If I got
Monkeyôs on my back
The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Canôt get you by that monkey