Circus Monkeys

won't you take a trip with me funny bone deep down to the end of college
street...there's three guys there that you've got to meet...they've got some
stories, jokes, and songs that you have just got to hear...and maybe while
we're there they'll buy us some beer
well we are those three guys...and no, we really don't mind a little company
from time to time...they keep coming through the door...fifty minors, or maybe
more...the house is full...the only place to sit is on the floor
when will you play a song for me...I like the one that's
christmassy...when will you show some fan loyalty?...I don't know
tell you neighbors...go tell all your friends...and bring them over just to
meet the band...pound some porters, share some smokes, and get out of
hand...we're not complaining and we don't mean to grouse...but this
persistence is freaking us out...pretty soon we'll have to charge admission
just to get in our house
we're nobody's circus monkeys...we're not some tongue-in-cheek show here
for you to amuse your buddies...will you do it again?...I don't know
we're nobody's circus monkeys...we're not some fucking freakshow here for
you to amuse your buddies...will it ever end?...I don't know
1,2,3,4 who's sleeping on my floor?...1,2,3,4 who's knocking at my
door?...1,2,3,4 will you go to the store?...who's knocking at my door?...I
don't know