Where’s the Monkey

Where’s does the monkey hide
does it hide behind you face
Or perhaps it waiting for you
in your minty tube of paste

Where does the mokey live
when you’re sound asleep at night
Is it shouting in your ear
to check that it’s alright

And where does the monkey play
When you sad lost and forlorn
Does it muck about with scissors
in an attempt to mow the lawn

But where does the mokey go
When your having fun with friends
Do he make you paranoid
Or did you count to ten

How does the monkey know
that it’s messed up again
When it’s too busy blubbering
or chewing on it’s pen

But who tells the monkey
That it’s right or it is wrong
Is it another monkey
That writes the words to this song

Who cares about the monkey
Apart from it itself
Are there queues of others
With neaderthal mental health

And where is the monkey
When it’s not you
Who are you anyway
Have you got the slightest clue