hominid lawnmower blues
hominid lawnmower blues
(something old, something new, something borrowed and kinda blue...)
there’s a monkey in my brainstem and he’s making me mow my lawn
a monkey in my brainstem and he’s got me out here cutting my lawn
I may be in the driver’s seat but I’m still just a monkey’s pawn
the high grass hides the hunter, hides the leopard that I can’t see
high grass hides the hunter, a big cat out there I can’t see
and he’d make a kill and eat his fill of me up in my apple tree
so I’m out here every saturday, mowing for the monkey in my brain
I’m cutting grass all saturday, to pacify the primate in my brain
and my little patch of heaven looks a lot like Serengeti plain
there’s a dark wind from Africa, blowing in the corners of my mind
a dark old wind from Africa, stirring buried shadows in my mind
and it raises ancient urges in a million other monkeys of my kind
it’s a warm summer evening but I’ll ride this mower to the dawn
it’s a warm summer evening and I just keep rolling ‘til dawn
and when I get to Africa I’ll mow that effing monkey’s front lawn.
-mb
there’s a monkey in my brainstem and he’s making me mow my lawn
a monkey in my brainstem and he’s got me out here cutting my lawn
I may be in the driver’s seat but I’m still just a monkey’s pawn
the high grass hides the hunter, hides the leopard that I can’t see
high grass hides the hunter, a big cat out there I can’t see
and he’d make a kill and eat his fill of me up in my apple tree
so I’m out here every saturday, mowing for the monkey in my brain
I’m cutting grass all saturday, to pacify the primate in my brain
and my little patch of heaven looks a lot like Serengeti plain
there’s a dark wind from Africa, blowing in the corners of my mind
a dark old wind from Africa, stirring buried shadows in my mind
and it raises ancient urges in a million other monkeys of my kind
it’s a warm summer evening but I’ll ride this mower to the dawn
it’s a warm summer evening and I just keep rolling ‘til dawn
and when I get to Africa I’ll mow that effing monkey’s front lawn.
-mb
all you hafta dojudih wrote:when you sing it that way
i kinda wish i had a lawn
i wish i had a mower
i kinda wish i had a lawn and a mower and a brain
when you sing it with that monkey blues
i kinda wish i had a monkey brain to sing it too
(like the song says)
is feel the monkey in your soul...
ook!
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