monkey riches

lately i need a better plan

i want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands

'cause i have been a cerebral spouse

now my legs want to go into the emerald house

and i want to look out

i don't want to bail out

and i want to help out

i don't want to nod out

i don't want to knock you down

but why am i still looking for a golden age?

you tell me that i ought to have a golden wage

every time i look up at that blurry sun

all i think about are bodies floating up

everybody ought to get that special glance

why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?

it makes me wonder how i even wrote this song

does this not occur to almost everyone?

it makes a monkey wretch

it makes a monkey rich

lately i want to be in my heart

but where exactly is my heart and where does it start?

i don't want that tylenol

can i sing and make change without crushing clams?

i can help the little things but i have big plans

i don't want that tylenol

it makes a monkey wretch

it makes a monkey rich