| Song | Monkey Suit |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | The Union |
| 作曲 : John Taupin | |
| 作词 : John Taupin | |
| If you're looking for the glory | |
| You think that you might find | |
| In a bullet-riddled stolen car | |
| On a back road in the pines | |
| If it's round just like a medal | |
| On a tired old man of war | |
| Or hidden like that | |
| Burma Star | |
| In my dad's bottom drawer | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Build your ladder to the moon | |
| Beat on that sacred drum | |
| Trample on the hands of those | |
| That cling to every rung | |
| Every seed you crush beneath | |
| Like stone ground in a mill | |
| You never drew a decent breath | |
| But you're just dressed to kill | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit |
| zuò qǔ : John Taupin | |
| zuò cí : John Taupin | |
| If you' re looking for the glory | |
| You think that you might find | |
| In a bulletriddled stolen car | |
| On a back road in the pines | |
| If it' s round just like a medal | |
| On a tired old man of war | |
| Or hidden like that | |
| Burma Star | |
| In my dad' s bottom drawer | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Build your ladder to the moon | |
| Beat on that sacred drum | |
| Trample on the hands of those | |
| That cling to every rung | |
| Every seed you crush beneath | |
| Like stone ground in a mill | |
| You never drew a decent breath | |
| But you' re just dressed to kill | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Look at you in your monkey suit | |
| Driving south, nothing left to prove | |
| You come back here in your cowboy boots | |
| Dressed to kill in your monkey suit | |
| Every pose you strike, every frame they shoot | |
| Shows you dressed to kill in your monkey suit |