| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| Funky Monkey |
| How 'bout a banana? |
| Wait… Wait a minute |
| Ocean motion, crashin' caution, ships dips tips |
| As we sail the turbulant sea |
| Stomach stops churnin', with a pail o' dramamine |
| Yell sailor man, sailor man hands |
| Hands on deck, hands help the helmsman and |
| I sing and groove as the sea men move |
| Every poem's relay'n what the brave men do |
| I'm your lore man and your troubadour |
| Singing my thing, out in the evermore |
| Booty seeker, livin' adventure |
| Snap map, dig that treasure |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Ooop… |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
| Read the sea chart, freed from black heart |
| Pirate papers lead us and speed our start |
| Sea skiff lands on, isle of the simian |
| Destination vegitation confrontation |
| Up down, grind the ground, seek the X |
| Where buccaneer's gold is bound to be found |
| Tangly trees, humid heat, soggy feet |
| They keep the beat and speed with the need |
| Back to the map in the pack that I'm wearing |
| The way I use the clues keep the beat on our bearings |
| A machete swingin' singin' bringin' branches down |
| Cuttin' a trail to the trove renouned |
| Many bitey bugs buzz our ears as we go |
| In an infinate swarm of kamakazi mosquitos |
| Here we go, off I take ya |
| Slap gnat, dig that treasure |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Ooop… |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| Funky Monkey |
| Head to the end, jungle temple, and then |
| Tune the tempo up before we begin |
| Tricky tippy trap attack brings a boulder down |
| Rollin' bowlin' bold men back with a thundering sound |
| They dodge the darts, I play my part |
| Framing fearless lyrics cheering spirit and heart |
| Quibble riddle gristle as I ponder temple puzzle |
| But no lyrics or locks can defy my razzle dazzle |
| Next to the X, feel the flow that I flex |
| Get on the go, go get the chest |
| Priceless prize by any measure |
| Trip trap, dig that treasure |
| Now |
| What's that? |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Ooop… |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
| What's that? |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Ooop… |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
| Hear the gate drop, fearful heart flop |
| Footfalls down the hall, coming near, so don't stop |
| Drums a beating, feet a fleeting |
| Take ya to the chamber of the monkey meeting |
| Gibbons growlin', howlers howlin' and yowlin' |
| Rhesus and orangutauns pacing and prowlin' |
| And what do I see past the chimpanzee's |
| But King Kong's uncle starin', glarin' at me |
| So ya all know I'm the pro with the stanza |
| The way I play my verse'n, I'm a ballad bonanza |
| Pretty poem freely flowin', growin' into the sound |
| Monkeys ah'd and oogled as they gathered around |
| Many primates danced in wild wonder that day |
| But when they saw the chest we made our get away |
| Hang on to that chest I mentioned |
| Git quick, with that treasure |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Ooop… |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| How 'bout a banana? |
| Funky Monkey |
| Skip time, slip vines, zip line, in time, escape the apes that chase |
| As we race through the jungle we flee |
| Bracken a crackin' comes gorilla posse |
| Feet beat the path, beat the path fast |
| Best you keep fast past the great marsh grass |
| I go right through the big bamboo |
| With my verbal machete to our rendevous |
| Feet fly, load the skiff by high tide |
| Rowing that boat, burning off the cellulite |
| Speed it up, 'fore that ape gets ya |
| Zip trip, dig that treasure |
| Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
| What's that? |
| Ooop… |
| How 'bout a banana? |
| Funky Monkey |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| What's that? |
| Dig it. Dig it up |
| Funky Monkey |
Monday, August 17, 2015
Funky Monkey
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