With apologies to the late Syd Barrett I had a bike, you could ride it if you like It had a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good I'd give it to you if I could, but a chicken stole it You're the kind of gorillas that won't fit into my world I'll give you anything, everything just don't kill me It grabbed me by the nape while a damn dirty ape Hit me on the head, and knocked me down and ground me into the black top Why can you never find a cop, when you really need one You're the kind of gorillas that won't fit into my world I'll give you anything, everything just don't kill me Now I got a bump, a rather nasty lump Concussion, contusions that really really make my head ache Oh for heaven's sake, I think I'm going to throw up You're the kind of gorillas that won't fit into my world I'll give you anything, everything just don't kill me If I should decide to take another ride I'll make that run with my shotgun loaded up with birdshot Guess who's going in the pot, that's right, that chicken You're the kind of gorillas that won't fit into my world I'll give you anything, everything just don't kill me
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