Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke, but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
I’m a man of means, by no means
King of the road
got old floors to wax and scrub
And there’s a dirty old ring in the tub
I’ll get a maid someday
But till then I’m queen of the house
I was thinking that maybe I’d get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
Everybody ought to have a maid,
Everybody ought to have a working girl,
Everybody ought to have a lurking girl
To putter about the house.
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Open your eyes, maybe you’ll see the light
Don’t leave false illusions behind
Don’t cry 'cause I ain’t changing my mind
[Lord forbid. :D]
We scale the face of reason to find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimension of life lest we forget.
If you are near, I want to know.
I see your cold body, but I feel your soul.
Give me a sign, give me a sign.
Turn it up, that’s enough, so you know it’s got soul
I learned we earned, got no concern
Instead we burned so where the hell is our return?
Plain and simp the system’s a pimp
But I refuse to be a ho
Who stole the soul?
And I’ve been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole
We ain’t going to the party
We ain’t going to the game
We ain’t going to the disco
Ain’t gonna cruise down main
We’re stealing people’s mail
Why don’t you write me,
I’m out in the jungle,
I’m hungry to hear you
George, George, George of the Jungle
Strong as he can be.
George, George, George of the Jungle.
Watch out for that tree.
'Cos the only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in a coconut tree
Oh what a life of luxury to be like an ape man
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Well, I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
(that was the other song I considered)
Now I’m the king of the swingers, boy, a jungle VIP
I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me
I wanna be a man, mancub, and stroll right into town
And be just like the other men, I’m tired of monkeyin’ around!