Bill Anderson - It Ain't My Job To Tote Your Monkey by Bill Anderson lyrics

So the government's crazy and the weather's all wrong The radio ain't playing country songs Grits won't cook in the microwave And you're made about the price of gas these days You can't get a signal on your mobile phone Your dog ran off and your wife cam home It all boils down to just one fact There's a great big monkey hanging on your back But It Ain't My job (it ain't my job) It ain't my job (it ain't my job) Don't break me down ‘cause you feel funky It ain't my job to tote your monkey Seems every morning about this time You come in here and start to whine It's the coffee, it's the car, it's the Coke machine Ain't you ever happy ‘bout anything? But It Ain't My job (it ain't my job) It ain't my job (it ain't my job) Don't break me down ‘cause you feel grumpy It ain't my job to tote your monkey So take your circus and leave this town Ain't got time to monkey around Go tell Dr. Phil what you think I ain't your daddy and I ain't your shrink But It Ain't My job (it ain't my job) It ain't my job (it ain't my job) Don't break me down ‘cause you feel grumpy It ain't my job to tote your monkey Your toast was burned and your eggs were runny Last night Letterman wasn't that funny You smoked all your drinkin' money But it ain't my job to tote your monkey Tag: Hey boy I'm sorry if all this talk has upset your tummy But it ain't my job to tote your cotton pickin' monkey Naw…. naw… naw…naw --- .