I got one and you want four;
It’s so hard to help you.
I can’t keep up with you no more;
And you treat me like it’s a sin
But you can’t look me in.
You want me here with you right to the end;
No thankyou my friend.
I fear the monkey in your soul.
Won’t you turn that bebop down;
I can’t hear my heartbeat.
Where’s that fatback chord I found;
Honey don’t you think it was wrong
To interrupt my song?
I’ll pack my things and run so far from here;
Goodbye, dear.
I fear the monkey in your soul.