Monkey do
Oh monkey do, but what have you done
Yes, you sir, with you favoured son
He's becoming more like you
Oh monkeys only do what they're told to
Oh monkey see a vision above
A flash of lightening, a glimpse of a dove
They're becoming more like us
They buckle and rust and don't know where they're going
Give him the tools and he'll build you a tower
Give him a gun and he'll bring you a war
And he bury them in their boots
And dig up the tress by the roots
Oh monkeys only do what they're shown to
Oh monkey cry, so far from home
What was nature, now rubble and stone
They still got a part of themselves
Heaven and hell will control what they're doing
Give them the time and they'll do something novel
Give them the skills to forge their dreams
But give them some holy rite
And they'll strap on some dynamite
Oh monkeys only do what they're ask to
Give them hope and they'll cling to the notion
Give them the rules and they'll follow them close
Or they might burn one out on the porch
Keep the streets clean with a stick and a torch
Oh monkeys love monkeys
And monkeys kill monkeys
And monkeys teach monkeys
Yes, you sir, with you favoured son
He's becoming more like you
Oh monkeys only do what they're told to
Oh monkey see a vision above
A flash of lightening, a glimpse of a dove
They're becoming more like us
They buckle and rust and don't know where they're going
Give him the tools and he'll build you a tower
Give him a gun and he'll bring you a war
And he bury them in their boots
And dig up the tress by the roots
Oh monkeys only do what they're shown to
Oh monkey cry, so far from home
What was nature, now rubble and stone
They still got a part of themselves
Heaven and hell will control what they're doing
Give them the time and they'll do something novel
Give them the skills to forge their dreams
But give them some holy rite
And they'll strap on some dynamite
Oh monkeys only do what they're ask to
Give them hope and they'll cling to the notion
Give them the rules and they'll follow them close
Or they might burn one out on the porch
Keep the streets clean with a stick and a torch
Oh monkeys love monkeys
And monkeys kill monkeys
And monkeys teach monkeys
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Writer(s): Toby Crook
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