Pop - Rock - Années 2000 - 2004

rendu célèbre par Robbie Williams

Auteurs-Compositeurs : Guy Chambers, Robbie Williams

Avec l'autorisation de : EMI Music Publishing France, Universal Music Publishing UK

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Me And My Monkey rendu célèbre par Robbie Williams

There was me and my monkey and with his dungarees and rollerblades
Smoking filter tips reclining in the
Passenger seat of my super charged
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 Segondo
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 that elevator
I hit the thirty third floor
He had a room up top with the panoramic views
It's like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through 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 three monkey whores
Hi my name is sunshine these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby oh oh yeah they will
Rock your world
So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain sing about
Lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked
Sunshine what's up
You'd better get your ass in here boy
Your monkey's 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
When I played black jack kept hitting twenty three
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'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and
Dungarees before
Now don't test my patience 'cos 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 amigo
And now your monkey's 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
Do not stare
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff
Here boy, huh and I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy ha ha
How did I get mixed up with this fucking
Monkey anyhow

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