Space Monkey

歌詞

Space Monkey, Space Monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air Come gather round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old tree Way back in 1953. He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes Till they took him to Russia cause they could I suppose They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go Space Monkey Space Monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home No hammer or sickle you'll be on your own. He had plenty of Cuban bananas and loads of Spam But he found great difficulty trying to open the can One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control It spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black hole It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey years That's a long time for a Space Monkey to confront all his fears Space Monkey Space Monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home No hammer or sickle you'll be all on your own. Space Monkey, Space Monkey It's time to get real The space race is over, how does it feel Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron Curtain's torn down They've rolled up the carpet in Space Monkey town Now Leningrad is Petersburg and Petersburg's hell For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell The Space Monkey was reportedly last sighted about A half a block off of Red Square In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends There was the dog that flew Sputnik And a blind red-headed, one legged parrot Who had done some minor research for Dow Chemical They were drinking American Vodka Imported all the way from Paducah, Kentucky And reportedly had their arms around each other's Shoulders singing. "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end" Space Monkey, Space Monkey There's nothing to do But it's better than living in a Communist zoo There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home No hammer or sickle you'll be all on you own