Sung to the tune of Amazing Grace (after a few beers, perhaps, or 15 minutes of spinning in place):

Monkey shines
my shoes tonight.

Monkey sings the blues tonight.

Monkey swings
behind the bars in my private zoo

tonight.

And when he feels the time
is right

Monkey climbs upon my back
and whispers in my ear. . .

Hey now, Monkey,
what you're sayin',
I don't wanna' hear!

No more stories of horrors
and glories too long deferred.

No idle chat from monkey lips
chronicling my decay!

No matter that every word
whispered on banana breath
I, myself, taught you to say.

Oh, Monkey shine my shoes tonight.

Monkey, please
shut up and sing the blues tonight.

Monkey let me loose tonight,
at least until the morning light
from this private zoo

where, like you, I am
a prisoner
though I hold the key.