I LIKE MONKEYS
to the tune of I LIKE CHINESE
The world today seems absolutely crackers,
With noobeh mapping to blow us all sky high.
There's fools and idiots sitting on the trigger.
It's depressing and it's senseless, and that's why...
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
They only come up to your knees,
Yet they're always friendly, and they're ready to please.
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
There's nine hundred million of them in the world today.
You'd better learn to like them; that's what I say.
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
They come from a long way overseas,
But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please.
I like Monkee chow;).
The waiters always know how.
Think of the many things they've done to impress.
There's Seventh, Sixth, Rabid, and Chow.
So I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
I like their tiny little trees,
Their Stealth, their on-crack, their space, and chowcomma.
I like Monkee thought,
The wisdom that Seventh taught.
If Rabid has anything to shout about,
The Monkees will survive us all without any doubt.
So, I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
They only come up to your knees,
Yet they're wise and they're witty, and they're ready to please.
All together.
[verse in Monkeytalk]
OO AAH AAH EE AH OO. (I like Monkees.)
OO AAH AAH EE AH OO. (I like Monkees.)
OO AAH AAH EE AH OO. (I like Monkees.)
OOH OOH AH EE AH AH AH OOH OO OUWA OH OH OOH! (How are you; how are you; how are you; goodbye!)
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
Their chow is guaranteed to please,
A rabid, a seventh, a sixth, and monkees.
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
I like their tiny little trees,
Their Rabid, their seventh, their sixth, and monkeychow.
I like Monkees.
I like Monkees.
They only come up to your knees...