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Space monkey, space monkey |
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What you doing out there? |
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Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air |
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Come gather round me you little monkeys and a story i'll tell |
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About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well |
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He was born at the top of a big old tree |
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Way back in 1953. |
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He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes |
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Till they took him to russia cause they could i suppose |
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They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow |
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Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go |
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Space monkey space monkey |
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What you doing out there? |
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Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air |
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There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home |
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No hammer or sickle you'll be on your own. |
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He had plenty of cuban bananas and loads of spam |
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But he found great difficulty trying to open the can |
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One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control |
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It spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black hole |
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It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey years |
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That's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears |
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Space monkey space monkey |
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What you doing out there? |
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Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air |
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There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home |
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No hammer or sickle you'll be all on your own. |
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Space monkey, space monkey |
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It's time to get real |
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The space race is over, how does it feel |
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Cold war's had a heatwave, iron curtain's torn down |
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They've rolled up the carpet in space monkey town |
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Now leningrad is petersburg and petersburg's hell |
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For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell |
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The space monkey was reportedly last sighted about |
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A half a block off of red square |
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In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends |
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There was the dog that flew sputnik |
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And a blind red-headed, one legged parrot |
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Who had done some minor research for dow chemical |
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They were drinking american vodka |
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Imported all the way from paducah, kentucky |
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And reportedly had their arms around each other's |
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Shoulders singing. |
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"those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end" |
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Space monkey, space monkey |
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There's nothing to do |
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But it's better than living in a communist zoo |
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There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home |
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No hammer or sickle you'll be all on you own |