Outside my window there's a

Whole lot of trouble comin'

The cartoon killers and the

Rag cover clones

Stack heals kickin' rhythm

Of social circumcision

Can't close the closet on a

Shoe box full of bones



Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch

Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch

Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry

I know her act is terminal but she ain't gonna die



Slim Intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch

Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch

Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain

Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife. Ooh the pain



I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when

The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten

What's this funk That you call junk?

To me it's just monkey business



Blind man in the box 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 tongue for a cool place to stand

Where's this shade that you've got it made

To me it's just monkey business



Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business

If I got no monkey on my back

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business

If I got no monkey on my back



The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society

Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey

Monkey business

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business

If I got no monkey on my back

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business

If I got no monkey on my back

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business

If I got no monkey on my back

Monkey business