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They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States

For teaching that man descended from the apes

They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight

If they·d seen me chasin· you, sugar, through the jungle last night

They·da called in that jury and a one two three said

Part man, part monkey, definitely


Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple

Man in a monkey suit swears he·ll do no evil

Offers his lover·s prayer but his soul lies

Dark and driftin· and unsatisfied

Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see

Part man, part monkey, looks like to me


Well the night is dark, the moon is full

The flowers of romance exert their pull

We talk awhile, my fingers slip

I·m hard and crackling like a whip


Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire

Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire

Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so

Well you can ask me, mister, because I know

Tell them soul-suckïn· preachers to come on down and see

Part man, part monkey, baby that·s me