It’s not really the money
Or the wasted time
It’s not the damage
No, no that’s not the crime
That you came to invade
The only place that’s mine
It’s my cup of tea
It’s like my very last dime
Do you know how it feels
When you come into my life and you steal
Don’t you know the tracks you made
No they never, never go away
Is that the monkey on your back?
You know where that’s at
The monkey on your back
Hey, where’s that at?
So you get used to lying
About your day to day
Monkey on Your Back
By John Bergeron
It’s not really the money
Or the wasted time
It’s not the damage
No, no that’s not the crime
That you came to invade
The only place that’s mine
It’s my cup of tea
It’s like my very last dime
Do you know how it feels
When you come into my life and you steal
Don’t you know the tracks you made
No they never, never go away
Is that the monkey on your back?
You know where that’s at
The monkey on your back
Hey, where’s that at?
So you get used to lying
About your day to day
You remember trying
But it seems so far away
And the wounded stranger
That you left in park
It’s the nightly danger
Out in the dark
Do you know how it feels
When you come into my life and you steal
Don’t you know the tracks you made
No they never, never go away
Is that the monkey on your back?
Where that’s at
The monkey on your back
Where’s that at?
Monkey, monkey see
Monkey, monkey do
Monkey, monkey see
Monkey, monkey you
You remember trying
But it seems so far away
And the wounded stranger
That you left in park
It’s the nightly danger
Out in the dark
Do you know how it feels
When you come into my life and you steal
Don’t you know the tracks you made
No they never, never go away
Is that the monkey on your back?
Where that’s at
The monkey on your back
Where’s that at?
Monkey, monkey see
Monkey, monkey do
Monkey, monkey see
Monkey, monkey you