Powder the monkey

Now this is a story about a monkey named Powder,
A happy little monkey his friends used to crowd around the,
Base of the tree that he lived in and wait all day,
And ask his mum if it’s ok if Powder could came out to play,
So they could swing from vine to vine,
Through the jungle..and from time to time,
One would tumble to the grassy floor,
And Powder would be there for them, you couldn’t ask for more,
Cos he was always there for friends,
One day in the woods he was just swinging around,
Till the python in the tree came slithering down,
He said Powder put out your hand, I won’t bite it,
Take this flyer there’s a party on tonight and you’re invited,
It’s at the Lions den, doors open at ten,
Can’t wait, don’t be late, see you there bring your friends.

So they went to the party, a crazy jungle disco,
Calypso rhythms, flamingos doing strip shows,
A DJ wants another gator on the fader,
In the bar little Powder was approached by the waiter,
The waiter said Powder the club owner wants to meet you,
And took him to a Lion in the corner named Ibisa,
Ibisa let out a low growl and called to the waiter,
And asked for two cups of fermented potatoes,
He said ever tried some of this, not that illegal I believe,
Well me and my friends have smoked banana leaves,
That’s kids stuff this stuff will make you feel like a,
Mr. Big stuff c’mon take a sniff of this stuff,
Powder tried to disguise the fear in his eyes,
Looked at the lion and said I guess it couldn’t hurt to try.

Now little Powder worlds completely spinning,
He’s dribbling and grinning, making passes at women,
And talking about himself cos now he’s Mr. Important,
His friends don’t understand cos they didn’t snort it,
Powder says forget you guys man you the past,
I’d swap any one of you for just another blast,
Or a piece of ass, and sometimes he’s so confined,
By the way where’s that lion I wouldn’t mind another line,
The Lion obliged Powder felt his nose rip apart,
He felt pains in his chest as if his heart was exploding,
He stumbled out to the road and,
The day is going bad, the look on his face now he’s chocking,
The dope in his system that made him overdose,
He’s no longer Powder the monkey, now he’s Powder the Ghost.