They’re driving long nails into coffins 
You’ve been having sleepless nights 
You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse 
And checking on your rights 
The boss has hung you out to dry 
And it looks as though 
Punish the monkey 
And let the organ grinder go 

You’ve been talking to a lawyer 
Are you going to pretend 
That you and your employer 
Are still the best of friends 
Somebody’s gonna take the fall 
There's your quid pro quo 
Punish the monkey 
Punish the monkey, yeah 
Punish the monkey 
And let the organ grinder go 

 [bad word] a police man 
He won’t be side-tracked. 
He’s asking ‘bout a smoking gun 
He’s after the facts 

It’s a quiet life from here on in 
You dropped your poisoned cup 
The telephone is ringing 
But you’re not picking up 
Time's up, Sir Lord Flunky 
And everybody knows 
Punish the monkey 
Punish the monkey, yeah 
Punish the monkey 
And let the organ grinder go 

Punish the monkey 
Punish the monkey, yeah 
Punish the monkey 
And let the organ grinder go