Lucky Monkeys
by Iggy Pop & James Williamson
From the album: Kill City
Duration: 3:38
Lyrics for Lucky Monkeys
Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh! Outside an asshole is crawling out of his hole Back of his back black Look out, lucky monkeys! A lady with red plastic Saxophone lined lips kicks Fears and tears put out matches Look out, lucky monkeys! I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning, every sammy morning And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Boulevard cucarachas tryn' to look like Bowie Tryn' to be sick as Mick, look out lucky monkeys! I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dead crazy Born dead Born dead crazy Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead!