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let me tell you a story about two kids in the city see they both have a problem with life and it isn't very pretty there's a kid called timmy he use to be pretty witty but then too many rides on the
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wanna make me happy. You wanna make me happy. You wanna make me happy We do the monkey dance, it's a crazy feeling. Monkey dance, what we are concealing. Monkey dance, we shall be revealing We do the
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Song Monkey - Harry Belafonte. One Monday morning I got up late. And there was Mr. Monkey outside me gate. One Monday morning I got up late. There was Mr. Monkey outside me gate. Don't know what to
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10 second instrumental to open. . Chorus Pras Michel. He who fights, runs away, lives to fight, ohhhhh. Another day, some would say, one monkey don't stop a show. He who fights, runs away, lives
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monkey dies. Tonight, you will be mine. Tonight, the monkey dies Now who's to blame? We used to be the same. Now you won't let me speak your name, what a shame. It's a suicide, shut up and drive
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I had a little monkey. I sent him to the country. And I fed him on gingerbread. Along came a choo choo,. Knocked my monkey coo-coo. And now my monkey's dead. Uhh. At least he looks that way
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Me and my baby. Keeps falling out. Let me tell you. What it's all about She wanna sell my monkey. She wanna sell my monkey. She wanna sell my monkey. But that'll never do It used to be hers
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let me tell you a story about two kids in the city see they both have a problem with life and it isn't very pretty there's a kid called timmy he use to be pretty witty but then too many rides on the
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All dressed up. No place to go. Hey monkey, when you gonna show your face around me?. I know all the wrongs and rights. And I just want a little light to fall on me. Hey monkey, where you been
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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. Don't want to be your monkey wrench. One more indecent accident. I'd rather leave than suffer this. I'll never be your monkey wrench. All this time to make amends. What do you do when all your enemies are
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. No thank you my friend I fear the monkey in your soul Won't you turn that bebop down?. I can't hear my heart beat. Where's that fatback chord I found?. But honey don't you think it was wrong. To
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. . For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but
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Chorus Kid Ink. They say I'm this, and they say I'm that,. They won't give me a chance no,. But I do what I want, I'm a grown ass man,. Giving all that I can,. Please shut the * up,. Shut the * up
