Dancing Monkeys

Looking up at all the stars in the sky

knowing that I'll never set foot on a new world and I sigh

I'd like to be riding in a space ship for fun

but here I am lying under the sun.

Under the sun and under the moon

early in the morning or late afternoon

When Spring has sprung or on those hot Summer days

watching leaves in the Fall or the Winter snow flakes.

Winter snow flakes are so pretty and lite

but I'm shoveling snow with all of my might

Why oh why, oh why can't it be

as lite as the leaves that fall from a tree.

From a tree in the past to a street in the present

this is no planet of the apes

But there's dancing monkeys and organ grinders pleasant

banking all of my future away.

Can't make a dollar without spending two or three

and if I say something, who's listening to me

It seems as if we're all stuck in a human race

to make ends meet without taking up space.

Taking up space in the attic, basement and garage

are things to have to crawl over or dodge

Taking all of these treasures to the front yard sale

I got more bills to pay along with the junk mail.

Some of these things are pretty and lite

but I'm moving furniture with all of my might

Why oh why, oh why can't it be

as lite as the leaves that fall from a tree.

From a tree in the past to a street in the present

this is no planet of the apes

But there's dancing monkeys and organ grinders pleasant

banking all of my future away.