Threw It All Away
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can suckin' on balloon now
Hey, hey, funky tan thought you gotta prove how
You givin' in to flim flam, fuckin' on the moon now
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, suckin' on balloon now
Chorus:
You threw it all away
You threw it all away
Crouched in the corner of your filthy cage
Lookin' like a rocker just like Jimmy Page
Mr. Homo Sapien I do not like the shape you're in
I do not like the things you do
I don't know what to tell you too
You drive around in big cigars
Smokin' on your foreign cars
You're burnin' dinosaurs for fuel
You shop in rhino stores for jewels
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, fuckin' on the moon now
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can suckin' on balloon now
Hey, hey, funky tan thought you gotta prove how
You givin' in to flim flam, fuckin' on the moon now
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, fuckin' on the moon now
(Chorus)
You livin' in a tin can suckin' on balloon now
Hey, hey, funky tan thought you gotta prove how
You givin' in to flim flam, fuckin' on the moon now
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, suckin' on balloon now
Chorus:
You threw it all away
You threw it all away
Crouched in the corner of your filthy cage
Lookin' like a rocker just like Jimmy Page
Mr. Homo Sapien I do not like the shape you're in
I do not like the things you do
I don't know what to tell you too
You drive around in big cigars
Smokin' on your foreign cars
You're burnin' dinosaurs for fuel
You shop in rhino stores for jewels
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, fuckin' on the moon now
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can suckin' on balloon now
Hey, hey, funky tan thought you gotta prove how
You givin' in to flim flam, fuckin' on the moon now
Me-oh-my-oh monkey man
You think you gotta live it up
I think you've got a funky plan
I think you better give it up
Hey, hey, monkey man whacha gonna do now?
You livin' in a tin can, fuckin' on the moon now
(Chorus)
Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Garvey, Rob Derhak, Al Schnier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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