The Tale of Monkey Jack

Monkey Jack is a funky mamma’ jamma’
He walks down the street with a whistle and a hammer
He has two rings around his eyes
When they ask him why, he says It’s my disguise

Monkey Jack has a magic air balloon
On the weekend he takes it to the moon
Ask him nicely and he’ll give you a ride
But don’t look down or else you might see inside

Don’t talk smack about Monkey Jack
Take it back or you’ll get the sack
There’s no bank vault he can’t crack
His charming smile is his attack

Monkey Jack knows a German alligator
When they leave for work they say, Bis später!
They have connections to the underground
They’re the lowest high roller in this town

Don’t talk smack about Monkey Jack
Take it back or you’ll get the sack
There’s no bank vault he can’t crack
His charming smile is his attack

Monkey Jack’s secret, he’ll never tell
About the man who slipped and fell,
It doesn’t matter how sorry you feel,
When one perishes from your banana peel
Just a simple, quick, and thoughtless act,
Now he has to run and never look back
Always wondering if life will get him back
This is the tale of Monkey Jack

Don’t talk smack about Monkey Jack
Take it back or you’ll get the sack
There’s no bank vault he can’t crack
His charming smile is his attack