Lucky Monkeys

Hey! Oh!
 Hey! Oh!
 Outside an asshole is crawling out of his hole
 Back of his back black
 Look out, lucky monkeys!
 A lady with red plastic
 Saxophone lined lips kicks
 Fears and tears put out matches
 Look out, lucky monkeys!
 I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven
 On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning, every sammy morning
 And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
 Boulevard cucarachas tryn' to look like Bowie
 Tryn' to be sick as Mick, look out lucky monkeys!
 I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven
 On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning
 And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
 Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
 Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
 Born dead crazy
 Born dead
 Born dead crazy
 Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead!