This is the thread where we change the word 'money' in a song lyric to 'monkey'

monkey, get back.
I’m all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
monkey, it’s a hit.
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.

monkey, it’s a crime.
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie.
monkey, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it’s no surprise that they’re
Giving none away.

i like that one a lot

Monkey can't buy ME, love!

GIMME SOME MONKEY
GIMME SOME MONKEY

What do you do for monkey, hunky?

...or...

What do you do for monkey, honkey?

One scans better, one sounds better. Choose one!

I want monkey. Give me your monkey.

xpost: Pete B.'s contribution has disturbing connotations.

Feh, that one makes no sense at all.

monkey don't say you love me
cash won't make me stay

here comes love
it's like honey
you can't buy
it with monkey

Yo Dre, Kick in the Bass

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said clucka, I don't give a shit
If your girl kneeled down and sucked my dick
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoka
That's the way it goes that's the name of the game
Young brotha gettin over by slangin cane
Gold around his neck in 14 k heaven
Bitches jockin' on his dick 24-7 plus he's makin
monkey keepin tha base heads waiting
Rollin 6.4. wit tha fresh ass daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia CA
His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid
Nigga begging for credit he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on tha 1st and 15th
Big wad of monkey nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dope man gots plenty
To be a dope man boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a kid to a G it's all about monkey
10 piece for 10 base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip 2 tha fact
If you see some one gettin monkey 4 crack he's
tha.......

dope man dope man
hey man give me a hit
dope man dope man
yo man fuck that shit
dope man dope man
we just can't quit
dope man dope man
well suck this bitch

Wait a minute who tha fuck are you talkin 2 do u know who i am
Man i can't believe this shit this bitch iz tryin 2 gank me
i'll slap you up side yo head wit 9 inches of limp dick

you need a nigga wit monkey so u get a dope man
juice that fool 4 has much as u can
she likes his car and he gets wit her
got a black eye cuz tha dope man hit her
let that slide and u pay it no mind
find that he's slapping u all tha time
that's ok cuz he'z so rich and u ain't
nuttin but tha dope man'z bitch do what he say and
u keep yo mouth shut poppin that trash
might get you fucked up you'll sit and cry
if tha dope man strikes you he don't give a fuck
he gots 2 just like you
There's a another girl in tha dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
shes called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry iz tha neighborhood ho
do any thing for a hit or 2 give tha bitch a rock
she'll fuck the whole damn crew
it might be yo wife and it might make u sick
come home and see her mouth on tha dopeman's dick
strawberry just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you ghonnorhea
if people out there ain't hip to the fact
strawberry iz a girl selling pussy 4 crack

dope man dope man
hey man give me a hit
dope man dope man
hey yo man fuck that shit
dope man dope man
in yo face
hey yo dre kick in tha bass

if you smoke 'cane you'e a stupid motherfucka...
known around the hood as the schoolyard clucka
doin' that crack with all the monkey ya got
on yo hands and knees searchin for a piece of rock
jonzing for a hit and you looking for more
Doug stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4
you need yo ass whooped cause it's out of this earth
can't get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty's worth
knucklehead nigga yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you aint hooked
you beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone
you robbin and stealin', bugging and illin'
while the dope man's dealing
what is killin' your pain, cocaine, this shit's insane
yo, E, she's a berry lets run a train

Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch

Me niether Ho go home and wash out yo beaver
and niggas out there messing up people's health
yo what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself

Well i'm the dopeman yeah boy wear coduoroy
monkey up to here but unemployed
you keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger...

Yo, got that five-0 double up nigga

Yeah high rollin big monkey i'm foldin
bitch on my tip for the dick i'm holdin
strong strawberry jockin me so early
ho you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty
well that's my life that how it's cut

Hey dope man...

..bitch shut the fuck up
gotta make a run it's a big monkey deal
gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the

dope man, dope man
yeah that's me
dope man, dope man
yo can i get a G?
dope man, dope man
clock as much as he can
fuck this shit, who am i?
THE DOPE MAN!

yo mr dope man you think your slick
you sold crack 2 my sister and now shes sick but if she
happens 2 die becuzz
of yo drug i'm puttin in yo culo a 38 slug

I had college roommates who would have been in heaven in that were true for them...

If you got the monkey hunky, I got the time.

I may have to put that on my family crest.

Here she comes now
Say, Monkey, Monkey
Shoot 'em down
Turn around
Come on, Monkey
Hey, she give me love
And I feel all right, now
You gotta toss and turn
In the middle of the night

And I feel all right
I say, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
You make me feel
(Monkey, Monkey) so (Monkey, Monkey)
Good (Monkey, Monkey) yeah (Monkey, Monkey)
So good (Monkey, Monkey)
All right (Monkey, Monkey)
Come on (Monkey, Monkey)
All right, baby (Monkey, Monkey)
Say, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah

Wake me
Shake me
Monkey, Monkey
Shot gun
Get it done
Come on, Monkey
Don't stop cookin'
It feels so good, yeah
Hey-eey, but don't stop, now
Hey, come on, Monkey
Come on, Monkey
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Well, you make me feel
(Monkey, Monkey) so (Monkey, Monkey)
Good (Monkey, Monkey) yeah
(Monkey, Monkey) all right (Monkey, Monkey)
Come on (Monkey, Monkey)
So good (Monkey, Monkey)
All right (Monkey, Monkey)
I say, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Oooooooooh

(Oooh, I love you Monkey, Mo, Mo, Monkey)
So good
(Oooh, I love you Monkey, Mo, Mo, Monkey)
So fine
(Oooh, I love you Monkey, Mo, Mo, Monkey)
All right
(Oooh, I love you Monkey Monkey)
Say, Monkey Monkey
Yeah (yeah)
Everybody (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Come on
Come on

So, revive.

What's the colour of monkey?
What's the colour of monkey?
Don't tell me that you think it's green
With me you know it's red.

Me and my money
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my money don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my money
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 panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen
before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little money 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 money 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' old 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 money's having too
much of a good time!'

Me and my money
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my money
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my money
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 money 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 money was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my money? I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a money in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass money 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 money's gonna die!'

Me and my money
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my money
We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the money is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You 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
huh huh...
How did I get mixed up with this fucking money anyhow?

You don't have to talk all night
I'm a man who can't say no
You don't have to twist my arm
Just point me where you want to go

Take me to the action, take me to the track
Take me to a party if they're bettin' in the back
I've been working all my life, can't afford to wait
Let me call my wife so I can tell her I'll be late

I want the easy, easy monkey
Easy monkey, I could get lucky
Oh, things could go right
I want the easy, easy monkey
Easy monkey, maybe this one time
Maybe tonight

You don't have to try too hard
I don't need a song and dance
I don't need an invitation
If you've got a game of chance

Take me to the tables, take me to the fights
Run me like the numbers, roll me like the dice
When you're counting on a killing, always count me in
Talk me into losin' just as long as I can win

I want the easy, easy monkey
Easy monkey, I want the good times
Oh, I never had
I want the easy, easy monkey
Oh, I want the good life
I want it bad

Easy monkey, you say I fool myself
But better me than being a fool for someone else
I got a hot slot machine of a system ready to go...
Easy monkey, I got a one-track mind
And a good reputation laying on the line
I'll either come back a bum or a king
Baby I don't know

You don't have to start a fight
I'm a man who can't say no
If you've got a little risky business
Just point me where you want to go

Take me to the power, take me to the heat
Take me to the cleaners if it's open to the street
Something's got to pay off, something's got to break
Someone's got a fortune that they're begging me to take

I want the easy, easy monkey
Easy monkey, I could get lucky
Things could go right
I want the easy, easy monkey
Easy monkey, maybe just this time
Oh maybe tonight

Easy monkey, oh, I don't want no hard cash
I just want the easy monkey...oh...I could get lucky

You call me up, and then talk about monkeys!
You call me up and then talk about monkeys!

I don't want to hear any more about monkeys!

Monkey on the dresser
Drive a kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser

We've done "monkey". Now change "money" to "mommy".

i get monkey
monkey i got
stunts call me honey and i feel real hot

"Payday's comin'
Clean monkey
Clean monkey"

damn, dirty monkey know how to treat the girls

On the monkey go round, the monkey go round,
You wanna get off but it won't slow down

Will you walk away
From a fool and his monkey?

^^^ still my favorite - this really paints a scene, this destitute street performer trying to win the eye of this girl.

"Monkey Is Not Our God"
"What Do You Do for Monkey, Honey?"
"Holy Monkey"
"Monkey is Flesh"

Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that all you get for your monkey?

Free monkey! Free monkey! Free monkey! (repeat)

Put your monkey in the bank
it's the only way to save it

All I wanna do is
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
and a
CH-CHING
and take your monkey.

A dirty mean man with a shotgun in his hand
He said 'gimme your monkey please'
He said 'gimme your monkey please'
Wasn't that strange, wasn't that strange, indeed?
He said 'gimme your monkey please'

Tweeter and the money man
were hard up for cash

best thread ever

This money's gone to heaven

Gimme some Monkey! (go Nigel go!)

Little Judy's trying to watch "top of the pops"
But mum and dad are fighting don't they ever stop,
She take down her coat and walks out on the street,
It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat,
Deep down in her pockets she finds 50p.,
Now is that any way for a young girl to be,
"I'm gonna get out of school work in some factory,
Work all the hours God gave me get myself a little easy monkey"
Now, now, now na na.

Monkey, it's a trip
don't give me none of that goodygoodygood bullshit

This money's gone to heaven!

*viceversalist post*

(and only 2 hours old!)

He was adding the harmonies.

Gorilla Got me - The Kinks

He was adding the harmonies.

Harmonkeys surely?

Out of college, monkey's bent
See no future, pay no rent
All the monkeys gone, nowhere to go

Why can't you do it?
Why can't you set your money free?
Always giving into it
Do you love your money or do you love me?
Why can't you do it
Why do I have to share my baby with a'money?

Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my money.

*viceversalist post no.2*

You don't need a primate
Just to hang around
But if you've got a Mandrill,
won't you lay your monkey down?

I've got 90,000 chimps in my pajamas
I've got 40,000 vervets in my fridge
I've got lots of lovely lemurs
Now the gibbon's getting dearer
And my bonobos would buy the Brooklyn Bridge
There is nothing quite as wonderful as monkeys...

Bushbaby, bushbaby give me you hand
From July to the end of September...

She's so fine, there's no telling where the monkey went

(kind of want to do this thread all over but with "mummy")

monkey monkey monkey
must be funny^H^H^H^H^H funky
in a rich man's world
i like that one a lot

― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Friday, February 4, 2005 11:28 AM (8 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

When I was little - like 7 or 8, I guess - my mother used to listen to ABBA and I actually thought these WERE the lyrics. Or at least I thought it was, "All the things I could do, if I had a little monkey, in a rich man's world." All I could think was, "Why does she want a little monkey? How would that help?"

Rich men might pay to see the monkey do tricks or something... see also "fool and his monkey" above.

No romance without finance
No romance without finance

Boy, nothin' in life is free
That's why I'm askin' you what can you do for me
I've got responsibilities
So I'm lookin' for a man who's got some monkey in his hands

Monkey in my pocket but I just can't get no love
(The love I have in mind is very very hard to find...)

Well they got an apartment with deep-pile carpets
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big water bed that they bought with the bread
They had saved for a couple of years
They started to fight when the monkey got tight
And they just didn't count on the tears