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