I got a little friend called the monkey But he really ain't no friend to me He's smiling shaking his hips while I'm shaking my fists Yelling monkey won't you let me be.
Pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter, pitter He got a way to my heart He wriggles and he wiggle and he coos and he giggles And he's laughing as I'm falling apart
Monkey on my back I don't want you You're a habit like whiskey or gin One swig is enough and two is too much And three's a gonna do you in
Fool me once, fool me twice little monkey As you cuddle up and pull me near You flit and you fly into my heart and I cry Wrecking everything that I hold dear
Fly away, fly away little monkey Take your monkey paws and go climb a tree Your serenade is just a big charade Monkey won't you let me beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
