Junk Rock (One Million Monkeys) Songtext

But he hasn't figured out how to work his mouth
Shorty by the door, beating on the floor,
You better not mess with the little thing
He's a real nice guy 'til you get him riled up

Can't complain, can't complain about working with them (one million monkeys)
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done

They go insane, we give them drugs and they're normal again (one million monkeys)

There's a pretty face, the monkey plunkin' bass
All the lady monkeys wanna jump his monkey bones,
But he loses track and his work gets backed up
Monkey on a power trip, monkey with a lot of lip,
Thinks he's in charge of every other monkey,
But he still looks cool even while he's drooling

Lunch is fun, lunch is fun when you're eating with them (one million monkeys)
My name is music, I see that the music gets done My name is music, I see that the music gets done

Then back to work, it's back to work while the orders pile in (one million monkeys)

(Is it live or is it memorex?)

Can't be late, can't be late for work again (one million monkeys)
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done
My name is music, I see that the music gets done!