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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