Circus Monkeys

won`t you take a trip with me funny bone deep down to the end of college street...there`s three guys there that you`ve got to meet...they`ve got some stories, jokes, and songs that you have just got to hear...and maybe while we`re there they`ll buy us some beer well we are those three guys...and no, we really don`t mind a little company from time to time...they keep coming through the door...fifty minors, or maybe more...the house is full...the only place to sit is on the floor when will you play a song for me...I like the one that`s christmassy...when will you show some fan loyalty?...I don`t know tell you neighbors...go tell all your friends...and bring them over just to meet the band...pound some porters, share some smokes, and get out of hand...we`re not complaining and we don`t mean to grouse...but this persistence is freaking us out...pretty soon we`ll have to charge admission just to get in our house we`re nobody`s circus monkeys...we`re not some tongue-in-cheek show here for you to amuse your buddies...will you do it again?...I don`t know we`re nobody`s circus monkeys...we`re not some fucking freakshow here for you to amuse your buddies...will it ever end?...I don`t know 1,2,3,4 who`s sleeping on my floor?...1,2,3,4 who`s knocking at my door?...1,2,3,4 will you go to the store?...who`s knocking at my door?...I don`t know