Me And My Monkey (Explicit) - Robbie Williams

Lyrics by：Robbie Williams/Guy Chambers

Composed by：Robbie Williams/Guy Chambers

There was me and my monkey

And with his dungarees and rollerblades

Smoking filter tips

Reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black chevrolet

He had the soft top down

He liked the wind in his face

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 pace

And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels

And the neon signs he said

I left my wallet in el segundo

And proceeded to take two grand of mine

We made tracks to the mandalay bay hotel

Asked the bell boy if he'd

Take me and my monkey as well

He looked in the passenger seat of my car

And with a smile he said

If your monkey's got that kind of money Sir

Then we've got a monkey bed

Me and my monkey

With a dream and a gun

Hoping my monkey

Don't point that gun at anyone

Me and my monkey

Like butch and the sundance kid

Trying to understand

Why he did what he did

Why he did what he did

And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor

He had a room up top with a panoramic views

Like nothing you've ever seen before

He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke

He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages

Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke

Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door

In walked this big bad-ass baboon into my bedroom

With 3 monkey whores

Hi my name is sunshine these are my girls

Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah

And they'll rock your world

So I watched pay per view

And polished my shoes and my gun

Was diggin old kurt cobain singin'

'Bout lithium

There came and knocked at

The door and in walked sunshine

What's up

You better get your a*s in here boy

Your monkey is having too much of a good time

Me and my monkey

Drove in search of the sun

Me and my monkey

Don't point that gun at anyone

Me and my monkey

Like billy the kid

Trying to understand

Why he did what he did

Why he did what he did

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

We went to play 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 before

Now don't test my patience

'Cause we're not about to run

That's a bad-ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun

My name is rodriguez he says with death in his eye

I've been chasing you for a long time amigos

And now your monkey is gonna die

Me and my monkey

Drove in search of the sun

Me and my monkey

We don't wanna kill no Mexican

But we got ten itchy fingers

One thing to declare

When the monkey is high

You do not stare

You do not stare

You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy

And I ain't about to run

Put your gun down boy

How did I get mixed up with this f**kin' monkey anyhow