There's a man sitting next to his prosthetic leg
He can unite his sperm with one of my eggs
Rip me apart with your massive prong
I hate these fucking lonely streets I ride along
Hate these fucking lonely streets I ride along

Sebum and aftershave
Oh mister let me be your slave
Speed stick and concord sweat
Oh mister let me be your pet
Mister

Oh number five if you be clean
How come you be so black
Give me some of that good six dollar gravy
In my sack
Oh I'm a lonely messenger
And I'm riding down that disgusting road
I'm a lonely messenger and the message is my load

Hot monkey hot monkey hot monkey hot monkey hot monkey
Waaa monkey boy
Waaa monkey boy
Waaa monkey boy


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Monkey Boy song meanings
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