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Monkey Man

I wanna drive a mini-van
I wanna cruise down the road with the sun on my face.
I wanna drive a mini-van
in a blue or tan or something neutral like that.

I wanna harvest my fortune
but the cows are in the corn
seems like all the big white suits
are dirtier than kiddie porn

I meditated diligently on the holy words they spoke
and ever since it seems my faith in my fellow man's gone up in smoke...
I've stumbled on a truth so cold that I'm inclined to say
let the wind blow where it will

You know you are the one I dreamed of
with a feather in your hair
walking tall through alpine meadows
and your tits were hanging bare
but the cold streets where I'd been walking
had left a hunger in my gut
and if you'd given me your virtue
I would have thought you were a slut
how apros pos to be a stranger
and uncompromised in thought
in a cold world where love is danger
and what it is is what its not

I wanna drive a mini van
I wanna cruise away from all the things that I hate
get lost in my mini van
with my shades and my personalized licence plate

I wanna cry some real tears
I wanna weep and wail and let it all pour from my head
I wanna break it all down
lest god come knocking and mistake me for the damned

I meditated diligently on the horny words they spoke
and all that time it felt so creepy like a dirty little poke
there's nothing so pervasive as the mind-fuck laid on you

so let the windblow where it will

you know you are the one I dreamed of
with a feather in your hair
though you regarded me quite coldly
still I didn't seem to care
and though the lights all shone so brightly
above the public parking lot
I thought perhaps we could just maybe
love what it is and what its not
so if you never shave your armpits
we'll forget the mini-van
if you will be my one little indian
I will be your monkey man.

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