Lyrics - Tweeter And The Monkey Man by Headstones

(
Traveling
Wilburys)
Tweeter and the
Monkey
Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named
Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the
Monkey
Man
Tweeter was a
Boy
Scout, 'course he went to
Viet
Nam
Found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
Thought that they'd find freedom just across the
Jersey line
Hopped into a stolen car, took
Highway 99
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop, he never liked the
Monkey
Man
Even back in high school, wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named
Bill
Made secret plans with the
Monkey
Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on
Thunder
Road,
Tweeter at the wheel
Pulled into paradise, you could hear the tires squeal
It was
Jan who'd told him many times "
It was you to me who'd taught:
In
Kingston everything's legal as long as you don't get caught"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin
Never saw them when they fell
Some place by
Riway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop cornered 'em, said "
You didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped up out of bed said "
There's some place
I gotta go"
She took the gun out of the drawer, and said "
It's best that you don't know"
An ambulance rolled up,
State
Trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The
Monkey
Man was on the bridge using
Tweeter as a shield
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin
Never saw them when they fell
The town of
Jersey
City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called
The
Lion's
Den
The
TV set is blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the night when they showed that the
Monkey
Man was on
Maybe
I'll go to
Florida, get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here and everythings been done
Sometimes
I think of
Tweeter, sometimes
I think of
Jan
Sometimes
I don't think about nothin' but the
Monkey
Man
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they standin
Never saw them when they fell

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