More Keys Than A Frank Zappa Song
Second place in Derby #122: Family, with 773 votes!
Husband please
My babies come
Husbaaaand please
I’m getting tired
I’m here with my parted knees
The children come in threeeees
Husband please
My babies have needs
Hey hey
Monkey
Monkeyeeee
Monkey
Won’t you go and find the
Doctor Monkey
Hey Hey
Doctor’s here
Hmm, what’s that
Don’t worry none
I’ve trained just for that
Got my sterile barrel here
Oh, this seems so cleeeear
There, you see
You’re now such a mamma monkey
Heyy hey hey
Mommy
Mommmyeeeee
Mommy
Don’t you know you’ve got a
Bunch of monkeys
Hey hey
Bunch of monkeys
Heyyy hey hey yeah
Monkeys
Keep on coming
They seeeeeeeem
To be clinging
Mommy
Better hurry up and get to naming
Tom
Chuck
Mark
Watch those monkeys get born
Monkeys
Father please
Hand out cigars
Mother please
Take them in your arms
All these kids are yours tonight
They won’t sleep the niiiight
Monkeys please
Good luck when they feed
Heyyy hey hey yeah
Hungry
They’re all screaming
They go eeeeeeeee
Think I’m leaving
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Monkeys
Wish you good luck with the raising
Nick
Locke
Jack
All those monkeys good lord
Monkeys
Lots of monkeys
Lots of monkeys
Raise those monkeys up right
Raise those monkeys up right
Raise those monkeys up right
Raise those monkeys up right
Wear this shirt: around.
Don’t wear this shirt: alone in a neighborhood full of alpha predators. Away from your pack, you’re vulnerable.
This shirt tells the world: “Oh, my bad, I thought those fertility drugs were just leftover candy corn.”
We call this color: Baby Blue Was The Oldest By Two Seconds
Back to top