Robbie Williams Lyrics

Album: ESCAPOLOGY

Me And My Monkey Lyrics

There was me and my monkey 

 And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips

 Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged 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 we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs

 He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' 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

 I'm 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

 

 We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor

 We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen before

 He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke 

 He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages

 Called up some 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 three monkey whores

 'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls

 Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they'll rock your world'

 So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun

 Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain singing 'bout lithium 

 There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine

 'What's up? You'd better get your ass in here boy, your monkey's 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 hitting twenty three

 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'd 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's gonna die!'

 

 Me and my monkey

 drove in search of the sun

 Now me and my monkey

 We don't wanna kill no mexican

 But we've got ten itchy fingers

 and one thing to declare

 When the monkwy is high

 you do not stare, you do not stare

 you do not stare...

 

 Looks like we've got ourselves a mexican standoff here boy

 huh...

 And I ain't about to run

 Put your gun down, boy

 huh huh...

 How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?