Musings from Brian J. Noggle

Sheer Hatefulness

Everybody sing!

Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble coming,
The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones.
Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision.
Can't close the closet on shoe box full of bones.....
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch
Can't afford the rent on a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors cause her well is running dry
I know her act is terminal, but she ain't gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinking dime store hooch
Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch
Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain
Thinking Bowie's just a knife.
Ooh the pain.

I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when.
The freaks come out at nine.
It's twenty to ten.
What's this funk that you call junk?
To me it's just monkey business.
Get back!

Blind man in the vox that will probably die,
The village kids laugh as they walk by.
A psycho on the edge of this human garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump.

Into the fire from the frying pan, tripping on his tongue, For a cool place to stand.
Where's this shade that you've got it made?
To me, it's just monkey business.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls dressed to the socie-tees.
Your hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey.

M-m-m-m-monkey, monkey!

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, slipping on the track.
Monkey business, jungle in black.
Ain't your business if I got no monkey on my back.

Monkey business, you can't tell me
(Monkey business) if I've got the business.
(Ain't your business) no monkey on my back, yeah! huh!

Monkey business, ness, business.
Don't give me your business, baby, woah ay!

Dudes, when I was in college, one night I did sit-ups keeping in time to that song. I am pleased to announce I didn't vomit nor did I cry for my mother when the next song on the cassette, "Slave to the Grind", began.

(Michele deserves it for slandering one of the greatest forgetable hair hard rock bands of the late 1980s.)

- posted by Brian J. @ 10:11 PM