Soul Monkey (Oddvar Ruud)
(Steinar Fjeld Music)
The Soulmonkee is weeping but I watch TV
I hear a little tune that meant so much to me
I see a holy band parading down our street
I feel the rhythm of that monkey Dory beat
And like the rain
The song comes crashing into my head
All the heroes that are dead
Or just leased to some Indian Chief
Or the eagle instead
They're marching from Chicago, to the parks of Leningrad
From the back of Boogaloo, to the Capitol of Chad
They made their marks on Jesus, On Einstein and Thomas Mann
Winston, Marx and Trane, on the mind of Peter Pan
And like a train
The worlds come crashing into my head
All the matters that are dead
Or just sold to the National Trust
For Monkees instead
Hallelulalulayeah
Hallelulalulayeah
Hallelulalulayeah
Lulayeah
The Soulmonkee is sleeping but I am wide awake
Innocence and trust go hand in hand with fake
And as the famous weathergirl finishes off for the night
I sit and wonder awhile, what's dividing rich from right
And as the rains are making
Great big rivers in my head
And as the saints are taking
For all the heroes that are gone
Washed away, unable to stay and now we've got none!