Well outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin'
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heals kickin' rhythm
Of social circumcision
Can't close the closet on a
Shoe box full of bones
come on uh
A 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
on the New York rain
Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife
Ooh the pain
I ain't seen the sun since
I don't know when
The freaks come out at nine
and it's twenty to ten
What's this funk that you call junk
To me it's just monkey business
get back
Blind man in the box
that will probably die
The village kids laugh
as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of
this 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
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 the silicone souls
dressed to the society
The hypocrite heartbeat
and cheap alibis
can't get you by that monkey
monkey monkey
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
Monkey business
You can't tell me
I've got the business
No monkey on my back
Monkey bizness ness a business
Don't give me your business boy