Iggy Pop — Lucky Monkeys

Hey! Oh! Hey! Oh! Outside an asshole is crawling out of his hole Back of his back black Look out, lucky monkeys! A lady with red plastic Saxophone lined lips kicks Fears and tears put out matches Look out, lucky monkeys! I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning, every sammy morning And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Boulevard cucarachas tryn' to look like Bowie Tryn' to be sick as Mick, look out lucky monkeys! I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning And I was born dеad crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dеad crazy, born crazy, born dead Born dead crazy Born dead Born dead crazy Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead!