Jay Foreman Martin Was A Monkey
Martin was a monkey
He lived in London zoo
He had a monkey tyre
And a monkey tree branch too
But Martin wasn't happy there
He sat and dreamt all day
About the thing he wanted most
A skiing holiday
He'd shoot off down the mountain
And whizz across the snow
He'd slalom in between the flags
He couldn't wait to go
But he never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was.
He told his friends about it
They thought that it was daft
They laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
But he left his branch, he left his tree
He leapt apon the floor
But he couldn't leave the cage
Because a lock was on the door
He talked to the zookeepers
He asked to be set free
But nobody would listen
'Cos they couldn't speak monkey
He never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was.
He stood and looked out from the cage
It simply wasn't fair
Why did he have to stay inside
When skiing was out there?
But that's the way life was
And there was nothing he could do
It seemed that all things had a place
And his was in the zoo.
So Martin never got his dream
He simply sat and cried
He spent his life in London Zoo
Until the day he died.
He never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was.
A monkey's what he was.
A monkey's what he was.
