Lap of luxury
Stains the the brow of a cameo
A crisp little photograph
Brings good fortune to another hemisphere
You take the ego
I'll take the monkey's bone
Screamin' and Hollerin'
Like a telephone connection on a train
Rim down the seabed
With an ocean to crash
Oh you might ask
You might ask
Why flip the waves
When you can tip side to side
Front to back
Side to side
Front to back
Rain folded most of these
Like a monkey on its side
The candle on its back
Take him for a ride
Do you think I am a bed