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
At Least He Looks That Way, But Then Again Don't We All
(what I Make Is What I Am, I Can't Be Forever)
I Had A Little A 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
Poor Little Monkey
'Make You...break You...make You...break You...lookout'
(what I Make Is What I Am, I Can't Live Forever)
We Are Our Own Wicked Gods
With Little G's And Big Dicks
Sadistic And Constantly Inflicting A Slow Demise
I Had A Little A 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
The Primate's Scream Of Consonance Is A Reflection
Of His Own Mind's Dissonance