I put leather beneath my soles to insulate

A lever between our souls to isolate

I let her behold my sole emotion – hate

Wrote a letter before it’s too late

I got a present for you – lost in the woods

It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene

It’s got a heart of gold and your name tattoed on his tongue

Every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods

I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control!