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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Jeremy Stacey
Drums
Alex Acuña
Percussion
Phil Spalding
Bass Guitar
Guy Chambers
Electric Guitar
Neil Taylor
Electric Guitar
Gary Nuttall
Electric Guitar
Melvyn Duffy
Pedal Steel Guitar
Greg Leisz
Pedal Steel Guitar
Phil Palmer
Classical Guitar
Steve Sidwell
Trumpet
Simon Gardner
Trumpet
Bryony Rump
Cello
Richard Flack
Programming
Jim Brumby
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Williams
Songwriter
Guy Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Producer
Steve Power
Producer
Richard Flack
Recording Engineer
Jim Brumby
Engineer
J.D. Andrew
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Tom Jenkins
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and rollerblades
Smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my supercharged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
He liked the wind in his face
He said "Son, you ever been to Vegas?"
I said "No" he said "That's where we're gonna go,
you need a change of pace"
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels
and the neon signs he said
"I left my wallet in El Segundo"
and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well
He looked in the passenger seat of my car
and with a smile he said
"If your monkey's got that kind of money sir,
then we've got a monkey bed"
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
Hoping my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor
He had a room up top with a panoramic views
like nothing you've ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages
Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom
with 3 monkey whores
"Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls.
Lace my palm with silver baby oh yeah
and they'll rock your world"
So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin old Kurt Cobain singin' 'bout lithium
There came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine
"What's up?" - "You better get your ass in here boy
your monkey is having too much of a good time"
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy the Kid
Trying to understand
Why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores
He couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby
But my monkey was ill
We went to play black jack
Kept hittin' 23
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey?
I couldn't be sure
It's not like you've never seen a monkey in rollerblades
and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run
That's a bad-ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
"My name is Rodriguez" he says with death in his eye
"I've been chasing you for a long time amigos
And now your monkey is gonna die"
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy
How did I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow
Writer(s): Guy Chambers, Robert Williams
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