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 Waht I Am, I Can't Be Forever)


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


Poor Little Monkey


"make You...break You...make You...break You...lookout"


(what I Make Is Waht I Am, I Can't Be Forever)


We Are Out Own Wicked Gods


With Littel "g's" And Big Dicks


Sadistic And Constantly Inflicting A Slwo Demise


I Sent Him To The Country And I Fed Him On Gingerbread


Along Came A Choo Choo, Knocked My Monkey Coo-coo


And (k)now My Monkey's Dead


The Primate's Scream Of Consonance Is A Reflection


Of His Own Mind's Dissonance