(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I´m a fleabit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That´s not really true

I´m a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?

But I´ve been bit and I´ve been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?

Well, I am just a monkey man
I´m glad you are a monkey woman too

I was bitten by a boar
I was gouged and I was gored
But I pulled on through

Yes, I´m a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed

Don´t you?

Well, I hope we´re not too messianic
Or a trifle too satanic
We love to play the blues

Well I am just a monkey man
I´m glad you are a monkey, monkey woman too, babe

I´m a monkey
I´m a monkey
I´m a monkey man
I´m a monkey man
I´m a monkey...