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Oh, Red went and bought himself a monkey |
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Got him from a pawn shop broker |
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Taught that monkey how to guzzle beer |
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And he taught him out to play stud poker |
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Last night when they were gambling in the kitchen |
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The monkey he was taking a beating |
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The monkey said, "Red, I'm going to shoot you dead |
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Because I know darn well you been a cheating." |
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Well, run Red run, 'cause he's got the gun |
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And he's aiming it at your head. |
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Run Red run, 'cause he's got your gun, |
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And he's aiming it at your head. |
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You better get up and wail, |
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You better move your tail before he fills it full of lead. |
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Oh, Red jumped up and started to move like a P80-Saber Jet. |
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He zoomed around the corner, and he disappeared |
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And everybody started to bet. |
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The race was on, you know the chase was on |
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And Red he sure could run, |
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But, let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short, |
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Because he's a travelling son of a gun. |
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Repeat Chorus |
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(Saxophone bridge) |
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Monkey trapped Red in a parking lot. |
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Down along the Avenue, |
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Monkey said, "Red, you've made a man out of me, |
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Now I'm going to make a monkey out of you. |
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Give me your car keys, give me your watch |
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Give 'em to me or I'll shoot. |
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I'm gonna put on your brand new Stetson hat |
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And go to town in your new brown suit." |
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Repeat Chorus |
