| This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
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| This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
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| Not what I heard or saw on TV
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| But what I witnessed entirely
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| Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track
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| Once upon a time we thought we were free
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| And had control over destiny
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| We saw ourselves a competent band
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| Able to reason, prosper and plan
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| But we had a chamber up in the moon
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| Circumstance made us change our tune
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| When the veil was torn from our face
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| We became the monkeys riding the race
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| MONKEY!
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| You think you got the stuff it takes to break away!
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| Boy youll be on the track every day
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| Talent, vigor, drive
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| Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life
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| And these last things you can arrange
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| Find other people equally strange
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| Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line
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| I said: Chris P. rides on a serious plan
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| Hes going to finish as fast as he can
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| The Escalator takes it personally
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| And does not drive professionally
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| Charming Enchantress and Bones can run
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| Even if the winshield wipers are on
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| I the Broadcaster avoid police
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| But the Bat was led into custody |