Monkey Riches

Lately I need a better plan I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands Cause I have been a cerebral spouse And my head wants to go into the emerald house And I want to look out, I don't want to bail out And I want to help out, I don't want to nod out I don't want to knock you down But why am I still looking for a golden age? You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage Every time I look up at that blurry sun All I think about are bodies floating up Everybody ought to get that special glance Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song Does this not occur to almost everyone? It makes a monkey wretch It makes a monkey rich Lately I want to be in my heart But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? I don't want that Tylenol Can I sing and make change without crushing clams? I can help the little things but I have big plans I don't want that Tylenol It makes a monkey wretch It makes a monkey rich