There's a Monkey Sitting in My Family Tree | Lyrics

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Lyrics for 'There's a Monkey Sitting in My Family Tree'

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Up near the top,
Where everyone can see.
And people keep sayin',
How he looks like me.
So ask him politely,
"Dear Mr. Monkey,
Could you please come down,
From the family tree?"

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Pickin' off leaves,
Quite studiously.
And no matter how polite I am,
He keeps ignoring me.
"So I ask Uncle Joe,
On the branch below,
Could you please throw the monkey,
From the family tree?"

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Clinging to his branch,
Quite obstinately.
And what he did to Uncle Joe,
Has really angered me.
So, I've got a rock,
In my old slingshot,
And I'm going to knock that monkey,
From the family tree.

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Smiling down,
So mockingly,
At the way he caught the rock,
And threw it back at me.
So, what I've done is,
Got my father's gun,
And I'm gonna shoot that monkey,
In the family tree.

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Laughing,
Quite ridiculously.
'Cause every shot I took has missed,
And made a fool of me,
But he won't laugh long,
He'll be good and gone,
When I drop this atom bomb,
On the family tree.

There's a monkey,
Sittin' in my family tree.
Looking,
Very mournfully.
When I ask if there's room,
Up on his branch for me,
And with a very sad face,
Up in outer space,
I take my place beside,
The monkey in the family tree.