The Organ Grinder

I have a little monkey
He's rather cute in a fez
He's a great little monkey!
Does whatever I says

At the drop of a dime
A nickel at that
He'll run to and fro
And this way and that

He plays with the children
And the folks who line the sidewalks
He feeds on the laughs
Applause and the gawks

But what he loves more than anything else
Are the coins that people throw
From their pockets to his little tin cup
In they go

He collects all the money
And puts it into my hat box
Throws a big fit
When some clown gives him a handful of rocks

One day I guess he realized
That he was the star of our routine
So he got fed up
With having to share most of the green

I hear he moved out to Hollywood
I ain't seen him since last fall
See, lately I've been sleeping
Inside of a bathroom stall

So now I'm alone
Trying to make ends meet
He may be a chimp
But the chump is me