Robbie Williams - Me And My Monkey

There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees
and roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat
of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft-top down
(he liked the wind in his face)
He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?'
I said 'no'
He said 'that's where we're gonna go
- you need a change of pace'
And we hit the strip
with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo'
and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy
if he'd take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat
of my car and with a smile he said
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir,
then we've got a monkey bed!'

Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey
don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
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 monkey fingers
through yellow pages
Called up some 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 monkey 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
singing 'bout 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 monkey's having too
much of a good time!' Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
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 monkey 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 monkey 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 monkey?
I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never
seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience
'cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey 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 monkey's gonna die!'

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow