The Monkey Man - The Residents

I see him when I’m dreaming

His teeth are white and bare

He’s riding on a stallion

The wind is in his hair

If he were made of china

He’d have a special stand

Beside my china ponies

I love the monkey man

I wake up every morning

And smell his golden hair

He stands outside my window

And watches me with care

He smiles at all my ponies

And dances when he can

I’ll look for him tomorrow

I love the monkey man

Monkey Man

Monkey Man

Monkey Man

Monkey Man