resistance held by Your astrological sign So now I'm caught in the middle You're next to me I swim with the fishes Who come from the sea The dolphins were monkeys
to be, a robot or a monkey? What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey? Yeah, yeah, yeah... What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey? What do you
coming down They can't stop the walls from coming down Look out below you better start runnin' They can't stop the walls from comin' down Three little monkeys
way Since swinging about in the trees We're the smartest monkeys The smartest monkeys The evidence is all around Our brains are bigger This we've found The smartest monkeys
Monkey, sugar I'm gonna get you in my tree Come on, sweet baby Do that monkey thing with me Spider Monkey, baby Oh, yeah Spider Monkey I'm a Spider Monkey
Stop making the eyes at me And I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders
What do you wanna be A robot or a monkey? What do you wanna be A robot or a monkey? Yeah yeah yeah What do you wanna be A robot or a monkey? What do
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
He knew what he wanted to say But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltiness
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something
Despair to the point where they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be seen Staring at the television screen
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
Try and think of something colorful for this season Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
Well the morning was complete There was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they
The painted faces congregate In the mating season The second hopes, they go alone In no rush to reason And there's a fountain And a scimitar Shaped yellow
