They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States For teachin' that man descended from the apes They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night They'd called in that jury and-a one, two, three, said, "Part man, part monkey, definitely" Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple Man in a monkey suit, swears he'll do no evil Offers his lover's prayer, but his soul lies Dark and driftin', and unsatisfied Well hey, bartender, tell me what do ya see Part man, part monkey, looks like to me Well, the night is dark, the moon is full The flowers of romance exert their pull We talk awhile, my fingers slip I'm hard and crackling like a whip [Guitar solo] | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so But you can ask me, mister, because I know Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see Part man, part monkey, baby, that's me | | | | | | | | | x4 and fade
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