It’s a habit (and almost a mandatory requirement) in our house, when referring to song titles/lyrics that contain either the word “money” or “love” that these words are replaced with “monkey” and “lunch” respectively; examples being What’s The Colour of Monkey?, Monkey’s Too Tight To Mention, You Can’t Hurry Lunch and of course The Power Of Lunch etc.
Nowhere, however, do these combine quite so beautifully, and nonsensically, as in a classic Beatles song: “I don’t care too much for monkey, monkey can’t buy me lunch…” So much so, in fact, that it’s ruined any chance of ever singing the correct lyrics again. But I think I almost prefer it that way.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
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HA HA! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The poweerrr of lunnnch.....
Monkey, full of gas!
Grabs bananas with both hands and makes a stash!
Monkey, tries to hit
David Attenburgh when he throws his shit....
Lunch , Lunch, Lunch.
Lunch , Lunch, Lunch.
Lunch , Lunch, Lunch.
Lunch is all you need!
Mr G.
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