The Ballad of the Nebulous Monkey
There once was a young lad from Aussie,
As a cop he was known to be bossy,
Always late for the Monkey
His sign up was funky,
and the baht buses went out rather clunky,
The GM calls the hares in the middle,
Never trust a song on their fiddle,
Checks are in red,
Back checks in blue,
The paper they said they won't diddle.
A bunch of lost paper did the hounds not find,
Twirling and bitching we're losing our minds,
Which way is that,
And that way is which,
The hares they say we are blind,
We finally found the site we call "C"
But Na He Man never made it to "B"
Where did he go?
And what did he do?
We think he got lost with V.V.
Awards were given, virgins galore'
Nobody like them, nothing to adore,
nappies abound,
cold shit to be found,
ice water Spermy did pour.
Rolling on wheels like a hot rod in-heat,
Pushing and cranking he won't take defeat,
The girls won't defy,
He makes a great French Fry,
On Soi 6 he is known as "Sweet Meat".
The Monkey Banner was never to be,
Lost in the wind, it got lost out at sea,
the grub was British
the cook spoke Yiddish,
we thank the hares led by Dirt Looney.