Intro: Hm Em A Bm (2x)Bm It was me and my monkeyEm Him with his dungarees and rollerbladesA Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of myBm supercharged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft top downEm He liked the wind in his faceBm He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said 'No’ he said 'That’s where we’re gonna go, you need a change of place’Em And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs he saidBm 'I left my wallet in El Segundo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mineEm A We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotelBm A Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as wellEm He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he saidA 'If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a monkeyBm bed’ Chorus:Bm Me and monkeyEm With a dream and a gunA Hoping my monkeyBm Don’t point that gun at anyone Me and monkeyEm Like Butch and the Sundance KidA Bm Trying to understand Why he did what he didWhy he did what he didBm Em And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor He had a room up top with a panoramic view it’s like nothing you’veBm ever seen beforeEm He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pagesBm Called up escort services and ordered some oki dokeEm Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkeyBm whoresEm 'Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your world’A Bm A So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gunBm A Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithiumBm A There came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine 'What’s up?’ - 'You better get your ass in here boy your monkey isBm having too much of a good time’ Chorus:Bm Me and my monkeyEm Drove in search of the sunA Me and my monkeyBm Don’t point that gun at anyone Me and my monkeyEm Like Billy the KidA Bm Trying to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did (no chords) Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The monkey was high Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died We left before encores He couldn’t sit still Sheena was a blast baby But my monkey was ill When I played black jack Kept hittin’ 23 Couldn’t help but notice this Mexican just staring at me Or was it my monkey I couldn’t be sure It’s not like you’ve never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees beforeA Bm A Now don’t test my patience cause we’re not about to runBm A That’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gunBm A 'My name is Rodriguez’ he says with death in his eyeBm A 'I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigosBm And now your monkey is gonna die’Bm Me and my monkeyEm Drove in search of the sunA Me and my monkeyBm We don’t wanna kill no MexicanEm But we got ten itchy fingers One thing to declareA Bm When the monkey is highEm You do not stare You do not stare You do not stareBm Em Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boyA And I ain’t about to run Put your gun down boyBm How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow
Me and my Monkey
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