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was nominated by the folks from every state
Yes, a monkey was the President, though maybe not the first
And there was peace and harmony throughout
Prehistoric bird
Headed for the ocean
Can I catch a ride
From my view it looks so fun
Got to pay our dues
Before we hit the coastline
Just a ball
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
a gold afternoon

Give us a room with a mountain view
A tiny cabana by the water
Yeah, by the water
And I got a rental for an hour or two
Your father sailed on the Murmansk run
To guide the flocks of the ships home one by one
Grey beneath the Arctic sun
Or the glow of Northern Lights
what I do since we broke up I find it hard to sleep

The room is spinning from too many drinks I've drunken by myself
I know that staying here
As if from such an altitude 
He might just keep my love in view 

Must've been in late September 
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
The grinding organ monkeys dance
With shiny coins shoved down their pants
By callused hands from splitting all the wood

And she showed me only with her eyes
correctly, I'm on the market
Speaking bout the FAM from India to the Arctic

Jeans with the tuck, rockin' whatever we want
Bags packed up, haulin' whatever
by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -

No news from any foreign coast -
No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
and the blood on my hands
If you need a tune this afternoon
I'm your man

And I swear by the monkey wrench clenched in my hand 
If you lack something basic
and settin' up assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him (mm, smells like terrorism)
Racism in the news, still one-sided views
Sayin' whites find food
Pray
this room all alone

When she comes by every morning
Brings back pink and pale blue orchids
When she comes by every afternoon
Piano music weeps
and back twice easy
Just to kiss half of her mouth
She's what it's all about

They pass us by and we're just out of view
They don't have a clue
They're
at the sky
Watching the clouds blow by me
A lazy afternoon
Loved one by my side
Nothing satisfies more completely
I'm happy that I woke up this morning
and time and time again
From every window a different view
Running away or running to
still 
As if from such an altitude 
He might just keep my love in view 

Must've been in late September 
When last I climbed Reunion Hill
like this could even make the devil commit suicide 
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute 
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's 
Haloes were
Yeah
I wanna buss it open in the mornin’
Like presents on Christmas day
Dick was all she wanted
Ain’t nothing like them freaky bitches from
a new want from over there
You can drink a mint tea by the Red Sea
As you're living out whose fantasy
Yeah the sun the moon are both
Hitting the hood
what for

Cash and Kashmir, gold in Zaier
I got a new want from over there
You can drink a mint tea by the Red Sea
As you're living out whose
It's been 20 years since I've been on this playground 
This place has seen a lot of change
The monkey bars and swings, the sandbox and the rings
There were days from last week
I couldn't quite complete.
Skipped ahead to the next afternoon.
Sweat through the sheets.
Slept in my shoes.
Hung
our points of view
So we regressed by breaking glass
From the bottles we both drank through
Hey you keep it down some us are singing the blues
We got