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

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...)