Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Yeah, all right
Well, the single's great, it's a bit too happy
So fetch us some champagne and make it snappy
And God forbid that you ever make it big
Oh, 'cause the retro police will arrest you at the gig
For your hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Smoke that bally, drink that wine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Well, the band looks great but your tunes sound old
And we'd love to do a deal but the label's been sold
Now we're blowing down the road like a black super sucker
Hey, I don't know who lightning is but he's a bad motherfucker
Ain't no hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Need a break? Yes, stand in line
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Well now, bon voyage to your ship of fools
You didn't make it home but you look so cool
Ah, get it
Now we got tattoos galore and a twelve-step program
We're banging Hollywood actresses on video home cam
Ain't no hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Meet your Jones while riding 'round nine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Smoke that bally, drink that wine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Need a break? Yes, stand in line
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
Hurdy gurdy, monkeyshine
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