The Organ Grinder

I have a little monkey
 He's rather cute in a fez
 He's a great little monkey!
 Does whatever I says
 At the drop of a dime
 A nickel at that
 He'll run to and fro
 And this way and that
 He plays with the children
 And the folks who line the sidewalks
 He feeds on the laughs
 Applause and the gawks
 But what he loves more than anything else
 Are the coins that people throw
 From their pockets to his little tin cup
 In they go
 He collects all the money
 And puts it into my hat box
 Throws a big fit
 When some clown gives him a handful of rocks
 One day I guess he realized
 That he was the star of our routine
 So he got fed up
 With having to share most of the green
 I hear he moved out to Hollywood
 I ain't seen him since last fall
 See, lately I've been sleeping
 Inside of a bathroom stall
 So now I'm alone
 Trying to make ends meet
 He may be a chimp
 But the chump is me