(Composição: Rachel Bolan, Dave Sabo) Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heals kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on a 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 on 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 ucall junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the box that will probably die The village kids laugh as they waalk 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 tongue For a cool place to stand Where's this shaade 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 The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey
