This is the story of the Trou Macacq
I said, Chris P. rides on a serious plan
And these last things you can arrange
Even if the windshield wipers are on
Another curve on the monkey track
Boy you'll be on the track every day
But what I witnessed entirely
Each bend in the road was infact
Able to reason, prosper and plan
Not what I heard or saw on TV
Circumstance made us change our tune
Talent, vigor, drive
The Pine Box Derby to the finish line
Find other people equally strange
We became the monkeys riding the race
But we had a chamber up in the moon
The Pine Box Derby, the monkey track
Stuff yourselves in the van and ride
When the veil was torn from our face
Monkey
Once upon a time we thought we were free
You think you got the stuff it takes to break away
And does not drive professionally
We saw ourselves a competent band
I the Broadcaster avoid police
You'll eat peanut butter, the rest of your life
Charming Enchantress and Bones can run
He's going to finish as fast as he can
And had control over destiny
The Escalator takes it personally
