Space monkey, space monkey, you doing out there? Why it's as a dungeon, way up in the air
Come 'round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell About a brave young primate, space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old Way back in
He could swing through the jungle and by his toes Till they him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow Shot him off in a rocket where no man go
Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why it's dark as a way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get home Well, no hammer or sickle, you'll be on own
He had plenty of bananas and loads of Spam But he found great difficulty to open the can One day he slipped on a peel and the ship lost control It spun out of and shot out the black hole
It's been four decades now, that's monkey years That's a long for a space monkey to confront all his fears
Space monkey, monkey, what you doing out there? Why it's as a dungeon way up in the air But there'll be no one to greet you you get back home No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on own
Space monkey, monkey, it's time to get real The space race is over, how does it War's had a heatwave, Iron Curtain's torn down They've rolled up the carpet in space town
Now Leningrad is Petersburg and hell For a card-carrying with a story to tell
The space monkey was reportedly last sighted A half a off of Red Square In a karaoke bar having a few with some of his friends
There was the dog flew Sputnik And a red-headed, one legged parrot Who had done some minor research for Dow
They drinking American Vodka Imported all the way from Paducah, And reportedly had arms around each other's shoulders singing "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd end"
Space monkey, space monkey, nothing to do But better than living in a Communist zoo be no one to greet you when you get back home No or sickle, you'll be all on you own
Space