Listen to this story, this terrible story
It talks about monkeys, it talks about worries
All the monkeys dance around
With bananas in the sun, yeah
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
They came that morning, that summer morning
They got into our bodies to steal all our worries
All the monkeys with a gun, they are shooting for the stars
Yeah
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
Ooh, run, run
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