Lyrics

Monkeys ain't easy to love, and for that I'm appalled,
They're kind of like Tony Kornheiser in that they're orange and bald.
They look kind of scary, with their beady little eyes,
and some like Reginald, have Mafia ties.
If you don't bet with them, your money's all gone,
and they'll probably just climb away.

Mama's don't let your chimps grow up to be monkeys,
don't let 'em pick games, cause you won't win much.
Let 'em be gibbons and lemurs and such.
Mama's don't let your chimps grow up to be monkeys,
don't let 'em perform for careerbuilder.com,
well actually, that'd be ok.