Space Monkey

Space Monkey, Space Monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air Come gather round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old tree Way back in 1953. He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes Till they took him to Russia cause they could I suppose They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go Space Monkey Space Monkey What you doing out there? Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home No hammer or sickle you'll be on your own. He had plenty of Cuban bananas and loads of Spam But he found great difficulty trying to open the can One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control It spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black hole It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey years That's a long time for a Space Monkey to confront all his fears