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Straight Monkey Blues Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:1996
Lyrics
Straight Monkey Blues
Stuck in an alley with a bottle of wine
Lady Godiva and a piece of your mind
Stuck in an alley with a bottle of gin
Just praying that love would never find me again
Covering up with an old plastic bag
Wiping my nose with a wet kitchen rag
It's raining harder and it's starting to freeze
Something slimy starts to crawl up my knees
Kind of funky straight monkey blues
Straight monkey
Straight monkey
Trapped in a bar with a half finished beer
Marie Antoinette and a scar on my ear
Dreaming of something that makes me feel good
She was doing all the things that you said that she could
Watching the clock as it spins on the wall
And asking for somebody to make some sense of it all
It's hard enough to get lost in a song
Without wishing that you'd know the words all along
Kind of funky straight monkey blues
Straight monkey
Straight monkey blues
Straight monkey blues
Straight monkey
Born in a mine field where dreams just explode
Somebody dialing and somebody owed
Born in the middle of yesterdays smile
I held on forever but it sure took awhile
Burning my name on the motionless wall
Asking if somebody had someone to call
Turning my hands inside out and aloof
Just trying to meet you up there on the roof
It's kinda funky these straight monkey blues
Straight monkey
Straight monkey
Stuck in an alley with a close friend of mine
Lady Godiva and a bottle of wine
Stuck in an alley with a bottle of gin
Sweating out blood and a feeling within
Hoping that love wouldn't find me alone
Half baked half shaken taken down to the bone
Wearing the edge of a cold drunken smile
Waiting for absence to go up on trial
You know it's kind of funky these straight monkey blues
Straight monkey
Get it?
Stuck in an alley with a bottle of wine
Lady Godiva and a piece of your mind
Stuck in an alley with a bottle of gin
Just praying that love would never find me again
Covering up with an old plastic bag
Wiping my nose with a wet kitchen rag
It's raining harder and it's starting to freeze
Something slimy starts to crawl up my knees
Kind of funky these straight monkey blues
Down in my shoes
Down in my straight monkey blues