Lucky Monkeys

Outside an asshole
Is crawling out of his hole
Back of his back black
Look out lucky monkeys
A lady with red plastic
Satchel for nine lipsticks
He was in tears without matches
Look out lucky monkeys
I just dialled number seven
I want this world one one eleven
I'm right back in my bed
Every Saturday morning
Every Saturday morning
Every Saturday morning
A poor diet cooked white chives
Trying to look like a boy
Trying to be sick as Mick
Look out lucky monkeys
I just dialled number seven
I want this world one one eleven
I'm right back in my bed
Every Saturday morning
Every Saturday morning
And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
And there was nothing
Nothing sexy next to me
Like downstairs
I wonder why