O, it's a man's world
In a roving band
Thru Monkey Town
Among the rocks
Along the sandy roads
This morning
On Police Rock
All afternoon in the trees
Green leaves and acacia beans
Cactus fruit and flowers
Well it pleases Monkey
To bow down to old Monkey
With his back
To the wind
In the rain
At night
To entertain the troops
Well, he rolls his eyes
He smacks his lips
He pumps his cheeks
He grunts, he chatters
Until he's got you
By the ankles
Well, Monkey makes a Monkey
Of Monkey, yeah
Monkey makes a Monkey
Of Monkey, yeah
Monkey makes a Monkey
Of Monkey, yeah
You know, that pleases Monkey