Me And My Monkey Lyrics - Robbie Williams

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There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face)
He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?' I said 'no'
He said 'that's where we're gonna go - you need a change of pace'
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've got a monkey bed!'

Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they'll rock your world'
So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain singing 'bout lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
'What's up? You'd better get your ass in here boy, your monkey's having too much of a good

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy The Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
'My name is Rodriguez', he says with death in his eye
'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey's gonna die!'

Me and my monkey
drove in search of the sun
Now me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no mexican
But we've got ten itchy fingers
and one thing to declare
When the monkey is high
you do not stare, you do not stare
you do not stare...

Looks like we've got ourselves a mexican standoff here boy
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down, boy
huh huh...
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?

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great song from rob | Reviewer: Bahram | 12/11/11

I feel strange hearing the sound, i dont understand completelt but enjoy it a lot both from melody and trumpets and also robbie voice, i feel deep sadness in his voice which is innocent. Monkey is bad tbings in all of us as humans, we all are living with sad things, hurting ourselves and others... We want to get rid of them anyhow, we hope for that...

My Monkey wants to meet Robbies BUT they never will....Why ? | Reviewer: Rick | 6/26/11

They never will, or should I never say never......

Always been huge Robbie Admirer. Music, performances and the man himself, at least as portrayed on chat shows etc ( not opened a tabloid for years ). I've been thro addiction therapy a year ago but under juress, to save my career, and didn't accept my illness could not be managed my way until recently. A blinding flash at an aftercare meeting literally a few days ago. Leading upto this I had been playing 'Me and My Monkey' over and over in the car. Liking the music alot, but being drawn to the Lyrics but not knowing why until yesterday. Listening, this time with a friend who is also recovering, two minds (however disfunctional at times) are better than one. All became clear. Robbie's Monkey is as others have picked up much quicker than me, his Alter Ego, or his Addictive Personality. If he is BiPolar, and I honestly don't know, then it's common for the mood variations to be axcentuated by addictive behaviour of choice, be it narcotics, alcohol (although a depressant), sex, gambling, performing live (in his case)or maybe a combination, or 'cocktail'. How that word makes it sound such fun!!! The highs are initially enjoyed by sufferers, who may feel elation and feel totally unstoppable. This may be a contrast, to a preceding period of low or severely depressed mood, the contrast adding to the enjoyment. The time periods vary according to the person, maybe days, maybe months between swings. The lows can be loneley and dreadful, the highs very destructive, especially to one's self and close friends or family. The awful reality is only when the down comes can sufferers then realise and accept the damage caused, but being depressed may not allow the energy and will to rectify the damage. Any damaging addictions must be treated by therapy eg Priory or similar, and the BiPolar or any other type of mood disorder must be treated simultaneously if possible by combunation of prescription drugs, therapy, and general health and relationship improvements. I'm no expert but this is what I have learnt and maybe it will help someone somewhere. That is why, I believe Robbie wrote this fantastic song. Almost as a letter to himself, to remember, there's a monkey inside his head, doing pressups, just waiting to be unleashed. It'll never go away until he dies, and if let out again could kill him ( hence the gun analogy I guess} so he needs to remind himself constantly. He has now learnt to manage him and see the signs but most importantly...To not be alone, to ask for help, and give it when he can. He can. Every time I listen to that song now, it will help me. Just a reminder of what a complete and utter, cunning , devious little t_ _ t our monkies can be!!!
Then the last line....... 'Why did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow? ' Why me, why do I have this fucking Illness!!!!!
Thank you Robbie!!! Keep up the recovery....Keep drinking the milk!
God help the world if our monkies ever met!! You think yours has caused some damage !!!!!


we all have monkeys! | Reviewer: Lesley | 7/2/10

When I heard the first line, I thought it was about Michael Jackson and bubbles. Then I realised it was about life. We all have our own monkeys that follow us around, whether its debt, drugs, lonlieness, depression, Alchololism, a miriad of things that happen to us in life. We all then ask ourselves HOW did we get involved with it anyway. the answer: Life just happens, there are no ridgid plans, you get sucked in and then spit right back out!

Brilliant | Reviewer: Sophie | 4/27/10

I can really relate to this song. I' ve never been in Vegas, nor had a gun, but I feel a monkey lives somewhere inside of me. :(
If we ever took that trip to Vegas, it would be something like that.
Brilliant lyrics. The trumpets make me cry too

smashing | Reviewer: billy_blake | 4/8/10

When I first heard this song it was 8 long years ago, and then those trumpets made my cry. I was crying like a baby over what I didn't realize myself. And a few days ago again I came across with this tune and guess what, I cried again... Briilian song, and a very sad one.

ROB's fantasies | Reviewer: Anonymous | 1/2/10

How the life would go for some posh English boy, who would say(who's to say).I titled my utterance with 'fantasies' cos Rob doesn't seems to get out of his 'To much of A good time'.This is how life should look for a monkey of the the upper class English people, I assume, Little conceit, I guess.Drugs, whores, and the zest of an experience, little tough i think.
I really expected broader vision from rob, don't you think. But if you wanna to get loose in the thrill of this son carry on.Cos I'm doing the same.

drugs | Reviewer: me | 11/14/09

I didn't understand the meaning of this song, but I watched a concert where robbin played it, and he started the song talking about drugs and alcohol. so I imagine that he didn't want to talk about his alter ego, but drugs. it could be, couldn't it?

The Song is | Reviewer: Faser | 10/16/09

about the drugs. the monkey is the slang for drugs. like crocodile for money. when he says at the ending of the song, How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow? , he means how the fuck did I become a junkie, a drug-addict. A true, sad song, but covered in this monkey thing.

Might (not) be bipolar | Reviewer: Jonathan | 4/7/09

rumors were flying years ago that he was bipolar, and that he would be sleeping with bodyguards in his bedroom and so... they were never proved to be true though it has been discussed more than one time in the tabloids
I do though think he could suffer for it.maybe
If he don't U interpretation would be wrong, but it was creative anyway
might be a skizo instead

(Btw did U know that Robin Williams the actor and comedian is bipolar and honest about it? just wanted to tell U if U dunno)

Bipolar Affective Disorder | Reviewer: Katja | 4/3/09

These are great lyrics. And to one who suffers from the same illness as Robbie does (Bipolar Affective Disorder), I can relate to it.
I think the monkey is the " wild other person" or alter-ego, if you want, he "transfers" into, when he is manic.
The monkey does drugs. Or is "having too much of a good time" a slang for having sex in this context?
Either way, it wouldn't not make sense, if the drugs did drugs or had sex. Therefore the monkey must be a symbol for his alter ego.

That's how I understand it.

This song sums it all up | Reviewer: Stacey M | 1/14/09

I'm no Robbie fan, but anyone with a monkey on their back knows the feeling. The dream, the gun. When the dream is winning out, it's all good.... it ain't til the Mexican comes along that things start to get nasty.

My monkey was born in Vegas, and now resides in Slough.

What its about | Reviewer: Stuart | 8/27/07

Monkey is drugs. The drugs took the money. The 'monkey' didnt exist thats why the hotel man let him in. Another man was staring at Robbie who thought he was staring at the non existant monkey.

AlterEgo | Reviewer: Robinja | 8/9/07

I think i know what this song is all about... A man, who is a normal guy and his Alter Ego, the bad and wild (but also interrasting) person that lives inside him are taking a trip that hey both wanted to take for a long time.

Sorry about the long sentence, i just love them! :-)

Strange song | Reviewer: Igor | 5/5/07

The trumpets are really great.And the melody is not trite but the guy must have been fuckin' high to write such lyrics that make no sense.Or maybe it makes no sense only for me I need to find sone background info.

THE VEGAS EXPERIMENT | Reviewer: Anonymous | 5/4/07

The show was in Vegas, I also found my monkey staring back at me...

Great song... great experience!

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