Текст (слова) песни: Rodney Atkins - Monkey In The Middle
I get up like a rocket in a hurricane Then it`s off to work like a runaway train Drivin` them nails, draggin` my tail It don`t take much to follow my trail, follow my trail Back and forth in a game of pickle I ain`t nothing but the monkey in the middle
Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet That organ grinder be in a bind without me In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules But everytime that music plays I know what to do
Every Friday night at the honky tonk Me and my baby make that dive jump When our buckles bump, I tell you what That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle Makin` sweet music with the monkey in the middle
Walking that sideshow tightrope, makin` ends meet That organ grinder be in a bind without me In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules But everytime that music plays sugar I know what to do
And then. I get up like a rocket in a hurricane Then it`s off to work like a runaway train Drivin` them nails, draggin` my tail It don`t take much to follow my trail, follow my trail Back and forth in a game of pickle I ain`t nothing but the monkey in the middle
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