Down we'd wind up on the street,
Wasted like hell on our lead feet.
We'd tour the greasy bars for booze
To set our evil loose!
Coming across the local socialites,
We'd feel like starting fights,
Punch their faces in the shade,
Spill their blood and away we'd fade
A monkey can't change its skinned ass
Monkey business is monkey business
Drinking buds, wrecking drunks,
We'd count on no solid thing.
Time wasters, fussing punks,
Bustin' pints like beads on a string
No values, no dues to pay,
No use to drive us away
We'd turn up on the loose
Hitting the joints for booze...
A monkey can't change its skinned ass
Monkey business is monkey business
Someday you can take it no more
Done with your riotous life,
Dizzy with the void down to the core
You're ripe for trouble and strife
Now we've got older and into the line,
Hitting the track we used to despise
So, to wipe away our blues
We're back in bars for booze...
A monkey can't change its skinned ass
Monkey business is monkey business