Transcribed by:

Thomas Edward Archie JR

I woke to the noise of monkey's knuckles
Knocking loud on my door.
He screamed, "Man, let me in or I'll kick your hallway ash tray
All over the floor!"
Well, there were wrinkles in his voice,
Wrinkles in his suit,
He'd partied all night before.
The monkey looked tired,
So tired.

He came from my door
He shed on my floor,
He jumped up on the back of my chair.
He said, "Lately, it seems,
I've been having these dreams
Of laughin' in African air.
It' could be a deja vu,
Cognition coming true,
I'm living my life more aware."
Monkey looked tired,
So, so tired.

Let me swing back to the jungle
I'll grab on the clouds as I go
Over waves of the water,
Over partying whales,
Landing softly, on the shoreline below.

Gotta get back to the jungle
There are a lot of little animals there.
The fish and plants breathe in clear water.
The bugs and birds rest on damp air.
I'm going down, I'm going down.
Sleepy monkey,
Oh, sleepy monkey.

added:9/10/1999