Lyrics Monday, Monday - The Beau Brummels

Monday, Monday

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey
And all my friends are junkies
That’s not really true
I’m a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?
But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you babe?
But I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through
Yeah, I’m a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don’t you?
Well I hope we’re not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
But we love to play the blues
But wll I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
Monky woman too babe
I’m a monkey man
I’m a monkey man
I’m a monkey man
I’m a monkey man
I’m a monkey
I’m a monkey
I’m a monkey
I’m a monkey
Monkey, monkey
Monkey
Monkey
I’m a monkey