From the recording Music & Lyrics


Hot monkey love,
It’s like a disease
I heard it through the grapevine,
As I was swinging thru the trees
There’s no such thing as enough
Once you get a taste for hot monkey love
You’re an organ grinders dream, baby
With your bows and tattoos
My friends see you coming,
They start spreading the news
The tabloids say you’re back in town
I can’t wait to see the pictures of you, monkeyin’ around
You can call me Tarzan
You can call me Jane                 
You can call me Cheetah, baby
Just let me do my thang
If you get out of your cage
I know just what you will do
You’ll go hang with the boys, down at the local Zoo
When a crowd gathers around
You and the boys will start to monkey around
Hot monkey love
   © Kem Anderson