Rock You Monkeys Lyrics - Therapy

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I want the high life 

I want bananas 

I want a brother and sister in Havana 

I wanna get laid by the C.I.A. 

I'm on my way to the U.S.A. 

I want a green card 

I want freedom 

Take me to your leader 'cos I wanna meet him 

My people are cold 

My country is old 

But my drugs are cool 

And the prices are good so 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Now get your things and go 

Away 

I want cocaine by the barrel 

I trade it for oil and top camel 

Life's a gas 

Life's a bitch 

Fucked in the ass by a pinko snitch 

So rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Now get your things and go 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Now get your things and go 

Now I'm the president 

And I like it 

A fully fledged bible black-belt tyrant 

The F.B.I. the C.I.A. 

Oh, fuck me, fuck me U.S.A. 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Now get your things and go 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Rock you monkeys 

Now get your things and go 

Now get your things and go 

Now get your things and go 

Now get your things and go