Robbie Williams - Me And My Monkey: chords

         Cm
There was me and my monkey
            Fm                                    A#
And with his dungarees and rollerblades, smoking filter tips
                                                             G#
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
         Cm                           Fm
He had the soft-top down, he liked the wind in his face
         A#
He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?' I said 'No'
                                           G#
He said 'That's where we're gonna go - you need a change of pace'
          Cm                         Fm
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
         A#
He said 'I left my wallet in El Segundo'
                     G#
and proceeded to take two grand of mine

Gm                              Fm
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Gm                                         Fm
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well
Gm                                                     Fm
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
Gm                                                        G
'If your monkey's got that kind of money sir, then we've got a monkey bed!'

Chorus:
Cm              Fm
Me and my monkey, with a dream and a gun
A#                          G#
I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone
Cm                          Fm
Me and my monkey like Butch and the Sundance Kid
A#                          G#
Trying to understand why he did what he did, why he did what he did

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views
like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
'Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they'll rock your world'

So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' old Kurt Cobain singing 'bout lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
'What's up? You'd better get your ass in here boy,
your monkey's having too much of a good
Time!'

Chorus

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey
in rollerblades and dungarees before

Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
'My name is Rodriguez', he says with death in his eye
'I've been chasing you for a long time amigos,
and now your monkey's gonna die!'

Chorus:
Cm                 Fm
Me and my monkey drove in search of the sun
A#                          G#
Me and my monkey, we don’t wanna kill no Mexican
        Cm                  Fm
But we got ten itchy fingers, one thing to declare
A#                           G#
When the monkey is high, you do not stare
             Cm Fm
You do not stare
            A#   G#
You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy,
and I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy, how did
I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?