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