i'm in the market
i'm in the market
for a couple of monkeys
for a few soft words
and a black marker
to circle daze
in the phase of
the month
to eat cherub
to say
in mush
i trust once
smashes it together
cassius clay sticking
to the fingers
and the song keeps
playing
and the dog keeps
barking
i'm in the market
for a couple of monkeys