Space monkey in the place to be,
Riding in a rocket to a planet of sound
Shooting the moon, playing dominoes in drag,
An increase in population of a hundred percent.
Space monkey in the place to be,
With a chemical peel and a picture of Mary,
Out on a limb in the carnival of me,
Raising the temperature one hundred degrees.
We're sown together, she's born mesmer,
Beside astride her, I die inside her.