Like a Flea on a Dog's Ass

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Like a Flea on a Dog’s Ass

(Written in 2001)

 

 

He don’t know how to to shake off the rush
when monkey’s dancin’ in his brain…
she’s a hell-raiser of pleasure and pain

Monkey–he got mo’ moves than a blind
ghetto tapper with a cane…
she keeps tryin’ to drive him insane

He swings through the trees
while he calls out her name
tries to free fall–straight into her game
he lands on his head–face down in the glade
that’s what he do–got monkey on the brain…

From bad on down to much worse off
when monkey’s dancin’ in his brain…
all intelligence goes right down the drain

He be jumpin’ up n’ down to that
organ grinder’s music thang
she pulls his short leash ’til she breaks the chain

He swings through the trees
while he calls out her name
tries to free fall–straight into her game
he lands on his head–face down in the glade
that’s what he do–got monkey on the brain…

Ah…you know he can’t read or write long
when monkey’s dancin’ in his brain…
like an epileptic tattoo–a permanent stain

From bad on down to much worse off
when monkey’s dancin’ in his brain
all intelligence goes right down the drain

He swings through the trees
while he calls out her name
tries to free fall–straight into her game
he lands on his head–face down in the glade
that’s what he do–got monkey on the brain…

He flies through the air
with the greatest of ease
he’s not famous, but we all know his name
he thinks he’s the star–never goes very far
in reality–he’s a flea on a dog’s ass–it’s all very strange…

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