| Song | These Little Monkeys |
| Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
| Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
| 作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| It's you and me down here on the floor of your mother's room | |
| I played a tune from her old bassoon | |
| And if you pull up your dress | |
| We'll make children that cry every time it rains | |
| And scream at the sound of passing trains | |
| Ah these little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| And it started off the way a monkey behaves | |
| When you take him from the moonlit sugar cane | |
| Oh the patterns and ways that flood his brain | |
| When he finger-paints a world so beautifully strange | |
| Take it to the rooftop all alone | |
| The world is closing from up above | |
| It's a whole new place I've never been before | |
| ????????????? | |
| In an afternoon bath oh a friend bit me | |
| The pain on the cheek will make a good memory | |
| Venetian blinds they are easy on the eye | |
| A panic attack oh your eyes go wild | |
| With my hands in my lap like two dead birds | |
| Night after night oh how my chirps go unheard | |
| If I had the chance I'd do it all again | |
| Alone in the room I never knew it was a sin | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again |
| zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| It' s you and me down here on the floor of your mother' s room | |
| I played a tune from her old bassoon | |
| And if you pull up your dress | |
| We' ll make children that cry every time it rains | |
| And scream at the sound of passing trains | |
| Ah these little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| And it started off the way a monkey behaves | |
| When you take him from the moonlit sugar cane | |
| Oh the patterns and ways that flood his brain | |
| When he fingerpaints a world so beautifully strange | |
| Take it to the rooftop all alone | |
| The world is closing from up above | |
| It' s a whole new place I' ve never been before | |
| ????????????? | |
| In an afternoon bath oh a friend bit me | |
| The pain on the cheek will make a good memory | |
| Venetian blinds they are easy on the eye | |
| A panic attack oh your eyes go wild | |
| With my hands in my lap like two dead birds | |
| Night after night oh how my chirps go unheard | |
| If I had the chance I' d do it all again | |
| Alone in the room I never knew it was a sin | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again | |
| These little monkeys are crawling around | |
| These little monkeys are breeding again |