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Me and my monkey - Robbie Williams
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Tabbed by: Chris Esp
E-mail: [email protected]
Tuning: Half-Step Down (D# tuning)
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C#m F#m B A x2
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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! '
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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!
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Looks like we've got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy
Huh...
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down, boy
Huh huh...
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?
Intro
Verse 1
There waC#ms me and my monkey
And with hisF#m dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining Bin the passenger seat of my super-charged jet blackA Chevrolet
He had thC#me soft-top down, he liked theF#m wind in his face
He said 'SBon, you ever been to Vegas? ' I said 'no'
He said 'that's where we're gonna go - you nAeed a change of pace' C#m
And we hit the strip with all thF#me wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said 'iB left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grAand of mine G#m
We made tracks to The Mandalay F#mBay Hotel G#m
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my mF#monkey as well? G#m
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a sF#mmile he said G#m
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've gG#ot a monkey bed!
Chorus 1
C#m Me and my monkey
F#m With a dream and a gun
B I'm hoping my monkey don't pAoint that gun at anyone
C#m Me and my monkey
Like Butch andF#m the Sundance Kid
B Trying to understand why he dAid what he did
Why he did what he did
Verse 2
Chorus 2
C#m Me and my monkey
F#m Drove in search of the sun
B I'm hoping my monkey don't pAoint that gun at anyone
C#m Me and my monkey
LikF#me Billy The Kid
B Trying to understand why he dAid what he did
Why he did what he did
Verse 3
Chorus 3
C#m Me and my monkey
F#m Drove in search of the sun
B Now me and my monkey We don't wAanna kill no Mexican
But we've gotC#m ten itchy fingers
F#m and one thing to declare
B When the monkey is high you dAo not stare, you do not stare
you do not stare...
Outro