Oh the monkey’s back

He paved the way

But I lost track

He seized the day

I'm on my way

But the monkey’s back

Grew such
 [bad word] finger nails

He could scratch he could impale

Never fails

T-r-y

So I fed him poisoned grapes

He spit the seeds into my face

And he escapes

They germinate

Weave into my skin

Sprout the seeds crossanthumum

Oh the weeds from my chin

And we begin

Oh the monkey’s back

He paved the way

But I lost track

Seize the day

I’m on my way

But the monkey’s back

Grew such finger nails

He scratch he could impale

Never fails

T-r-y

So I fed him poisoned grapes

He spits the seeds into my face

He escapes (they germinate)

So weave into my skin

Try the seeds chrysanthemum

Oh the weeds from my chin

Weave again

Well the monkey’s back

Oh the monkey’s back

Oh the monkey’s back

Oh the monkey’s back

Oh the monkey…

Oh the monkey’s back