Monkey I'll keep your Monkey, I'll treat him Good< I'll talk to him like he talks to you< I'll cut your corn and I'll keep it dry< And maybe someday you'll come back to me< I'll dress myself in your finest things< I'll chew my lip to keep it sore< I'll try forgetting so I won't forget< And maybe someday you'll come back to me< Here comes the rapture of song and story< Looking just like the ice capades< I'll play the harlot when they make the movie< And maybe someday you'll come back to me<