Look at that naughty monkey with that tin cup in his hand he shakes it with small change inside for his master the ***** grinder by his side
He gibbers and on a cigar he smokes ladies legs as they pass he does stroke he bites if you don't put something in his tin for he knows with no food he will get thin
His red waistcoat and fez well, they have seen better days yet he is loyal to his master as his buddy grinds away
His mischief has no bounds as he bangs his cup on the ground he is a crowd pleaser and a great money reviler this monkey with his ***** grinder