Remember the days before you got
The monkey on your back?
Can you still remember?
Remember when a world lay before you
and you were going to make it.
Remember?
The money is on your back
The money is on your back.
Ha, ha... he won't let go
He won't let go
You think you can't go back to blue skies
To tasting things, to feeling
Like when you were small
And munching apples.
You think it will taste like paste
Look like brown
Always, till the end
Remember when up as up
and down was down?
The monkey turned it
Upside down.
Remember?
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Monkey on your back
Hey mister, guess what?
Hey mister I blew him off
Look at me mister
I blew the monkey of my back
Keep on crying mister, keep on sad
The time will come you'll get hollering mad
You'll fly, you'll cry, you'll bust out loose
Your heart a coal, your neck a noose
You'll crawl in dust this close to dead
Then suddenly it'll hit your head –
The monkey's gone, the monkey's gone
Hey, man, the monkey's gone
Hey man
Hold my hand.
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