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