Robbie Williams

Robbie Williams

Me and my Monkey
Composição de (Guy Chambers/Robbie Williams)
[Intro: ]Bm  Em  A  Bm     (2x) 
 
Bm 
It was me and my monkey 
Em 
Him with his dungarees and rollerblades 
A 
Smoking filter tips reclining in the passenger seat of my  
                       Bm 
supercharged jet black Chevrolet 
 
He had the soft top down  
    Em 
He liked the wind in his face 
                                                            Bm 
He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?' I said 'No' he said 'That's  
 
where we're gonna go, you need a change of place' 
                                                Em 
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon  
 
signs he said  
                                      Bm 
'I left my wallet in El Segundo' and proceeded to take two grand of  
 
mine 
                               Em        A 
We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay hotel  
                                   Bm                   A 
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well 
                                              Em 
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said 
A                                                              
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, and we've got a monkey  
Bm 
bed' 
 
Chorus: 
Bm 
Me and monkey  
Em 
With a dream and a gun 
A 
Hoping my monkey 
       Bm        
Don't point that gun at anyone 
 
Me and monkey  
          Em               
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid 
A             Bm 
Trying to understand  
 
Why he did what he did  
 
Why he did what he did 
 
 
Bm                     Em 
And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor 
 
He had a room up top with a panoramic view it's like nothing you've  
Bm 
ever seen before 
                                Em 
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke 
 
He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages  
                  Bm 
Called up escort services and ordered some oki doke 
                          Em 
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door 
 
In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom with 3 monkey  
    Bm 
whores  
                         Em 
'Hi, my name is Sunshine. These are my girls. Lace my palm with  
 
silver baby oh yeah and they'll rock your world' 
A                                       Bm               A 
So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun 
                                   Bm      A 
Was sticking on Kurt Cobain sing about lithium 
                                               Bm     A 
There came and knocked at the door and in walked Sunshine  
 
'What's up?' - 'You better get your ass in here boy your monkey is  
                          Bm 
having too much of a good time' 
 
Chorus: 
Bm 
Me and my monkey 
Em 
Drove in search of the sun 
A 
Me and my monkey 
     Bm 
Don't point that gun at anyone  
 
Me and my monkey  
      Em 
Like Billy the Kid 
A          Bm 
Trying to understand  
 
Why he did what he did  
 
Why he did what he did 
 
(no chords) 
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton 
 
The monkey was high 
 
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died 
 
We left before encores 
 
He couldn't sit still  
 
Sheena was a blast baby 
 
But my monkey was ill 
 
When I played black jack  
 
Kept hittin' 23 
 
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me 
 
Or was it my monkey 
 
I couldn't be sure 
 
It's not like you've never seen a monkey in rollerblades and  
 
dungarees before  
A                              Bm           A 
Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run  
                             Bm            A 
That's a bad-ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun 
                                Bm             A 
'My name is Rodriguez' he says with death in his eye 
                                 Bm     A 
'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos 
                           Bm 
And now your monkey is gonna die' 
 
Bm 
Me and my monkey 
Em 
Drove in search of the sun 
A 
Me and my monkey 
  Bm 
We don't wanna kill no Mexican  
                             Em 
But we got ten itchy fingers  
 
One thing to declare 
A                 Bm 
When the monkey is high 
                 Em 
You do not stare  
 
You do not stare 
 
You do not stare 
 
Bm                                 Em 
Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy 
A 
And I ain't about to run  
 
Put your gun down boy  
                                             Bm 
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow

Enviado por: Rômulo Borba

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