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!