Monkeys in Cars

Monkeys in cars

Strumming guitars

La la la la’s

We ain’t all that

Shaving our faces

Finding new places

Tying our laces

We ain’t all that

Appliance reliance

Making new science

Moral compliance

We ain’t all that

Leaving our instinct

Down at the precinct

Never be distinct

We ain’t all that

Barely evolved

Nothing resolved

Power absolved

We ain’t all that

Opposable thumbs

Beating our drums

Hating our mums

We ain’t all that

Intelligent beings

Believing is seeing

Rather be skiing

We ain’t all that

Monkeys in space

Saving our face

Playing the ace

We ain’t all that

Living the dream

Not what it seems

Chicken Supremes

We ain’t all that

Monkeys in cars

Smoking cigars

Staring at stars

We ain’t all that

Monkeys in cars

Counting their scars

Filling the bars

We ain’t all that

Monkeys in suits

All in cahoots

Playing their flutes

We ain’t all that

Where’s little Bo Peep

Cos we are just sheep

And this poem ain’t deep

I ain’t all that

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