Monkey Man (The Rolling Stones, 1969)

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey, all my friends are junkies
That’s not really true

I’m a cold Italian pizza, I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?

But I’ve been bit and tossed around by every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

Well, I am just a monkey man, I’m glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar, I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through

Yes, I’m a sack of broken eggs, I always have an unmade bed
Don’t you?

Well, I hope we’re not too messianic or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man, I’m glad you are a monkey woman too