There Was Me And My Monkey Lyrics - Robbie Williams

It was me and my monkey 

And with his dungarees and roller blades 

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 make tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel 

Asked the bell boy if he 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 

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Me and my monkey 

With a dream and a gun 

I'm 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 

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor 

We had a room up top with the paronama views like nothing you'd ever seen before 

He went to sleep in the bidest 

And when he awoke 

He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages 

Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke 

Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door 

In walked this big bad ass baboom into my bedroom with three monkey whores 

Hi, my name is Sunshine, these are my girls 

Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah 

They'll rock your world 

So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun 

Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain singing 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 

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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 blackjack 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 cause we're not about to run 

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

My name is Rodrigue he says with death in his eye 

I've been chasing you for long time amigos 

And now your monkey's gonna die 

Me and my monkey 

Drove in search of the sun 

Now me and my monkey 

We don't wanna kill no Mexican 

But we've 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've got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy 

And I ain't about to run 

Put your gun down boy 

How'd I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow