This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track Not what I heard or saw on tv, But what I witnessed entirely Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track Once upon a time we thought we were free And had control over destiny We saw ourselves a competent band Able to reason, prosper and plan But we had a chamber up in the moon Circumstance made us change our tune When the veil was torn from our face We became the monkeys riding the race Monkey! You think you got the stuff it takes to break away! Boy youll be on the track every day Talent, vigor,drive Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life And these last things you can arrange Find other people equally strange Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line I said: chris p. rides on a serious plan Hes going to finish as fast as he can The escalator takes it personally And does not drive professionally Charming enchantress and bones can run Even if the winshield wipers are on I the broadcaster avoid police But the bat was led into custody
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