Outside my window thereÒ‘s a
Whole lot of trouble cominÒ‘
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickinÒ‘ rhythm
Of social circumcision
CanÒ‘t close the closet on
Shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
in a pouch
CanÒ‘t afford the rental on
a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors Ò‘cause her
well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she ainÒ‘t gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkinÒ‘ dime
store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
part-time pooch
Little creepyÒ‘s playing dollies in the
New York rain
ThinkinÒ‘ BowieÒ‘s just a knife
Ooh the pain

I ainÒ‘t seen the sun since I donÒ‘t
know when
The freaks come out at nine
And itÒ‘s twenty to ten
WhatÒ‘s this funk
That you call junk
To me itÒ‘s 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
WhereÒ‘s this shade
That youÒ‘ve got it made
To me itÒ‘s just monkey business

Monkey business
SlippinÒ‘ on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
AinÒ‘t your business if I got
No monkey on my back

Monkey business
SlippinÒ‘ on the track
Monkey business
Jungle in black
AinÒ‘t your business
If I got
MonkeyÒ‘s on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
CanÒ‘t get you by that monkey
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Monkey Business (Edited Version) Lyrics

Skid Row – Monkey Business (Edited Version) Lyrics