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Monkey
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Monkey fue lanzado el 9 de noviembre de 2004 por Essential Media Group como parte del álbum Time Travelin' Couch
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Fecha de lanzamiento9 de noviembre de 2004
Sello discográficoEssential Media Group
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM126

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Toothpick
Toothpick
Intérprete
Gary Philips
Gary Philips
Guitarra eléctrica
Doug Ray
Doug Ray
Voz principal
Duke Mushroom
Duke Mushroom
Percusión
The Freshmaka
The Freshmaka
Trombón
Kaz Gamble
Kaz Gamble
Programación de percusión
Moe Roberts
Moe Roberts
Batería
DJ Deetalx
DJ Deetalx
Tocadiscos
Pete Levin
Pete Levin
Piano
Samfir
Samfir
Instrumentos de viento
Bubs Smith
Bubs Smith
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Autoría
Doug Ray
Doug Ray
Autoría
David Schommer
David Schommer
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Producción
Gary Philips
Gary Philips
Producción
Rick Pantoja
Rick Pantoja
Masterización
David Schommer
David Schommer
Producción

Letra

Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
Here's a little story about girls that ignore me
And dudes that still scream for the band that played before me
And the bad looks from parents that hate on my song
When they're alone in the car, I know they sing along
'Cause it feels good to be bad, but it's sad when it's all hate
Now why I'm making eyes at your date, I can't wait
'Cause first comes love, then comes marriage
And cornbread and cabbage, tomatoes and tossed salad
Get mad at my bad habit of dieting lost words
If you see me again, just flip me the bird
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights
And the stars shine but you can't come inside
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on
Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show
Well I'm not gonna get a job, got an education
And a diploma but this shit is getting wasted
And I'm not gonna go to pieces, I still believe in
Self-expression, if I said it I meant it
And your outlook is so wrong, it's dead wrong
And my third grade teacher made me write this song
For all the people still living in shock with bad wishes
You get 40 years to take out the trash and do the dishes
And now that it's a big surprise, it's alright
Put your hands at your side, you closed your eyes
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights
And the stars shine but you can't come inside
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on
Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show
Wake up lady, it's time to go home
I can't sleep, your husband's blowing up my phone
She's gone, I might see her again, probably not
I told her to keep the Pumas but she stole my watch
Now old dudes wait outside my job
I'm like, "Doug Ray owes me money too but he's gone"
Remain calm, your son and daughter both know me
Put your hands in the air and walk away slowly
Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
Left, left, left right left
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights
And the stars shine but you can't come inside
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on
Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, open your eyes, you can see the white lights
And the stars shine but you can't come inside
You took a left hook right in your head
You wish it was a knockout punch
Uh, let it go, when the blunt floats on
Like a car bomb when you're high, enjoy the show
You got your ass kicked
You got your ass kicked
You got your ass kicked
You got your ass kicked
Yeah, you did, you know it
Just back up, go home son, it's over
Written by: Christopher Sobeich, David Schommer, Doug Ray, Samuel Hollander
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