Well, I finally found those lyrics I was looking for, so any of you who thought the song sounded amusing, here it is: YOUR MONKEY'S GOT HIS BALLS.... Your monkey's got his balls in my martini He's sitting there just like a missing link He's got his ruddy ass Planted firmly in my glass Makes it quite impossible to drink Your monkey's got his balls in my martini You'd have thought a glass as thin as 'tis would burst He's just sitting there Nonchalant and debonair And there's no way for me to quench my bleedin' thirst Your monkey's got his balls in my martini See me lemon rind is twined about his tail But I've got good cause to grieve 'Cause if he won't get up and leave God forbid I'd have to switch to beer or ale Your monkey's got his balls in my martini He's sitting there just like a bishop on his throne And I'll swear or I'll be blest He'll calcify his testes He will pickle them until they turn to stone Your monkey's got his balls in my martini How I hate to see a good drink go to waste It's been an hour more or less And I really must confess I'm concerned that it might modify the taste Your monkey's got his balls in my martini He'll have to leave sometime but who knows when Perhaps when Nature calls He'll remove his ruddy balls And I can start my serious drinking, (yes that's what I've been thinking,) I can start my serious drinking after all. Enjoy.. I do. -Jessica
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