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Tuning: E A D G B E
Tabbed by Anders Oestergaard
I think is spot on. Really cool song to play.
CAPO on third
Am E7 G F played x2
Intro
here was me andAm my monkey
And with his duE7ngarees and rollerblades smoking filter tips G
RecliFning in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the sAmoft-top down (he liked the wind in his fE7ace)
He said 'Son,G you ever been to Vegas?' I said 'no'
F
He said 'that's where we'Amre gonna go - you need a change of pace'
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chE7apels and the neon signs
G
He saidF 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proEmceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel F Em
F
Asked the bell boy iEmf he'd take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passengeEmr 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!' E7
CHORES
AmMe and my monkey
E7With a dream and a gun
GI'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun atF anyone
AmMe and my monkey
E7Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
GTrying to understand why he did what he did F
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 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 sing about 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 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?