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