Skid Row – Monkey Business

Well, outside my window, there’s a whole lotta trouble comin’
The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin’ rhythm of social circumcision
Can’t close the closet on a shoebox full of bones
Come on now

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, no

Slim intoxicado drinkin’ dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy’s playing dollies in the New York rain
Thinkin’ Bowie’s just a knife

Whoa, the pain
I ain’t seen the sun since I don’t know when
The freaks come out at nine
And it’s 20 to ten

What’s this funk
That you call junk?
To me, it’s just monkey business
Get back!

Blind man in a box and he’ll probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of a 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 silicone souls
Dressed to the society
The hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
Can’t get you by that monkey
Ah-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-monkey, monkey!

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