Tom: D
Intro: Hm Em A Bm (2x)
Bm
It was me and my monkey
Em
Him with his dungarees and rollerblades
A
Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my
Bm
supercharged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
Em
He liked the wind in his face
Bm
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 place’
Em
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon
signs he said
Bm
'I left my wallet in El Segundo’ and proceeded to take two grand of
mine
Em A
We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel
Bm A
Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as well
Em
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
A
'If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, and we’ve got a monkey
Bm
bed’
Chorus:
Bm
Me and monkey
Em
With a dream and a gun
A
Hoping my monkey
Bm
Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and monkey
Em
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
A Bm
Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
Bm Em
And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor
He had a room up top with a panoramic view it’s like nothing you’ve
Bm
ever seen before
Em
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages
Bm
Called up escort services and ordered some oki doke
Em
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey
Bm
whores
Em
'Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with
silver baby oh yeah and they’ll rock your world’
A Bm A
So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
Bm A
Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
Bm A
There came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine
'What’s up?’ - 'You better get your ass in here boy your monkey is
Bm
having too much of a good time’
Chorus:
Bm
Me and my monkey
Em
Drove in search of the sun
A
Me and my monkey
Bm
Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Em
Like Billy the Kid
A Bm
Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
(no chords)
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
When I played black jack
Kept hittin’ 23
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’ve never seen a monkey in rollerblades and
dungarees before
A Bm A
Now don’t test my patience cause we’re not about to run
Bm A
That’s a bad-ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun
Bm A
'My name is Rodriguez’ he says with death in his eye
Bm A
'I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos
Bm
And now your monkey is gonna die’
Bm
Me and my monkey
Em
Drove in search of the sun
A
Me and my monkey
Bm
We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
Em
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
A Bm
When the monkey is high
Em
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
Bm Em
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
A
And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
Bm
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow
