The Monkey Song

The King, the handsome monkey king
The cunning clever Ape who can change his shape
The King, the funky monkey King
Who can change into a hundred or a thousand different things

From a pig into a wig
From a rat into a gnat
From a turtle to a beetle
From a cat into a bat
From a frog into a dog
From a mouse into a mousse
From a tree into a bee
Or a yeti on the loose
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He likes to fight and play 
On his mountain night and day
Where the rumble never ends
With his funky monkey friends
He likes to play and fight
On his mountain day and night
Like a happy lunatic
With his magic monkey stick

As thin as a pin
As thick as a brick
As round as a pound
As big as a pig
As small as a ball
As high as a kite
It can also disappear
Back behind its ear

I am the King
The handsome monkey King
And I’m not afraid of death
‘Cause I’ve got my stick
My magic monkey stick
And I’ll hit him in the head
I’ll put him back to bed
I’ll cut him up
I’ll bust his lip
I’ll break his legs
I’ll knock out his teeth
Pop him, bust him, break him,
Bang him, bash him, bully him,
Beat him, belt him, box him,
Gouge him, gorge him, gag him
And bag him

As thin as a pin
As thick as a brick
As round as a pound
As big as a pig
As small as a ball
As high as a kite
It can also disappear
Back behind its ear