The Monkey's Uncle

I'm french fried
freeze dried
pour tabasco on top
if you think I lied

if I look your way
I will go astray
pat the monkey's head
every night and day

you drive me mad
with your beautiful smile
for one of your kisses
I would walk a mile

sometimes sassy
with a sharp wit
work the fancy words
rub your hands with spit

a pound of clay
a box of sand
I can spank that monkey
with either hand

hair of gold
hot and cold
motorcycle mama
but it's been sold

likes to dance
when given a chance
has a frequent fire
inside her pants

keeps my head
in constant flux
spinning in circles
that sure *****

it's my own fault
I'm a carbuncle
stay where you belong
I'm the Monkey's uncle


Gomer LePoet ....