Why do they slow the freeway down
where the river turns when it comes through town
When the water hits the rocks it rolls
With a hot rod devil
I'm driving slow
Well maybe I've picked out a born use
For the air I forced in the inner tubes
Instead of squinting through this muddy screen
I should be sittin', splashin' floating downstream
Here we go 'round the dry thistle
Monkey can climb but I whistle
He can't sing and I can't dance
And the monkey don't have to wear no pants
Young men hope and old men b**h
'Cause the ones in the middle get to scratch that itch
Kids just want some taboo fruit
Like a chance to dance in their birthday suit
Now I wonder if where love's involved
Did we improve as we evolved
Perhaps we'd fix a big mistake
By going wild, going ape
Here we go 'round the dry thistle
Monkey can climb but I whistle
He can't sing and I can't dance
And the monkey don't have to wear no pants
Here we go 'round the dry thistle
Monkey can climb but I whistle
He can't sing and I can't dance
And the monkey don't have to wear no pants
Here we go 'round the dry thistle
Monkey can climb but I whistle
He can't sing and I can't dance
And the monkey don't have to wear no pants
Here we go 'round the dry thistle
Monkey can climb but I whistle
He can't sing and I can't dance
And the monkey don't have to wear no pants