Booker's Blog

Monkey down

Some folks went down there to see /

That monkey by the river in Tennessee. /

In this little town called Dayton /

Big Ol’ lawyers are set about debatin’ /

How you and me and Aunt Myrtle got here /

When all of that is rightly clear. /

We didn’t come by way of no monkey. /

All that talk is hooey and junkie. /

We got here by way of the stork, /

Who huffed and puffed and gave a goose snort. /

Dropped us off one by one, /

Except for Aunt Myrtle’s two twin sons. /

Those kids came full COD. /

The postman had a hernia and had to be relieved. /

No, we didn’t come by no monkey shines, /

I’ve had no nip of that moon shine. /

And maybe we can make ourselves a few dimes, /

Selling local junk to those Northern dude kinds. /

To those folks that think us quaint /

‘Cause we’re closer to the soil to feel its taint. /

We got us a fine young man, /

Who may have taught science, to take the stand. /

We’ll raise a ruckus and call attention, /

But we like the guy, so they’ll be no lynchin’. /

Radio from Chicago will be here to broadcast. /

We’ll do what we can to make this theater last. /

So come on down in the hot, July sun. /

Humidity’s here. We’re sure to have some fun.

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