Hung like a Monkey
I knead some dough, ‘Cause I ain’t got enough bread.
I asked my friend, he said, “You should see the Bakerman instead!”
I asked the Baker; he just laughed and called me a penniless oaf,
But when I pulled my pistol out, I believe that man pinched his loaf!
Now despite my lazy nature, I found I had to flee.
Nowhere to hide, no hide to wear
Cliche as that may seem.
I was scared out of my skull and needed someone to hold my hand
But the only girl who said, “I dig you!”
had a shovel in her hand.
I heard them talk! I herd the Gnus, bellowing from afar!
I never knew the gnus had news,
but what they said was more bizarre! They said I’d be
Hung like a Monkey
I climbed up in a tree, and then I
Hung like a Monkey
All the girls had noticed me, that I was
Hung like a Monkey
They all observe me
Travelin’ along my guilt trip, found a place to play dead, woke up
butt nekkid and screamin’
the bakers’ shotgun to my head
Said his wife had one bun in the oven
I guess he thought that it was mine
He said, “Here’s your price for lovin’ things acquired through the crime!”
This scare of my bare derre-ere
was more than a hairy bear could bare
so I tried to turn my tail,
but instinct alone could not prevail
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Lyrics submitted by Carl.