Outside  my  window  there's  a
Whole  lot  of  trouble  comin'
The  cartoon  killers  and  the
Rag  cover  clones
Stack  heels  kickin'rhythm
Of  social  circumcision
Can't  close  the  closet  on
Shoe  box  full  of  bones
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
Slim  intoxicado  drinkin'dime
store  hooch
Is  always  in  a  circle  with  his
part-time  pooch
Little  creepy's  playing  dollies  in  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
Blind  man  in  the  vox  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  tounge
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's  on  my  back
The  vaseline  gypsies  and  silicone  souls
Dressed  to  the  society
Hypocrite  heartbeat  and  cheap  alibis
Can't  get  you  by  that  monkey
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's  on  my <-5>back