In the cool shade of the banana tree      On the rugged trail toward the balcony      A child of the twentieth century      A dried up Goliath and a weasel named Fee         Far away in another place      A fading beauty named Milly Grace      A gospel singer with pocks on her face      And a bamboo cane to help her keep the pace         Fee was a Buddhist prodigy      Long past the age of maturity      Someday he knew it would set him free      Like it did for Floyd the chimpanzee         Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life      That's completely free.      You're racing with the wind      You're flirting with death      So have a cup of coffee      And catch your breath         Fee first met Milly in a bar in Peru      His heart was jumping like a kangaroo      Like a beast in a cage in an old Dutch zoo      It was hopping and thumping in wooden shoes         But Floyd was jealous and alone      He wanted Milly for his own      A desperate craving in his bones      "Their love", he said, "I will not condone."         Then one day on a ship to Quebec      Floyd found Milly on a lover's trek      He picked up a bottle and broke off the neck      It sliced through the air, and Fee hit the deck         Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life      That's completely free      You want to stay with Milly      Until you're dead      But you just got a bottle      Upside your head         Milly turned and began to scream at Floyd      She said "You think you're pretty mean"      And though she was as thin as a small string bean      She slammed him in the face with a nectarine         Floyd fell back over the edge of the ship      Till he hung from the rail by his fingertip      Milly said, "Floyd I'll make you lose your grip      With this tiny piece of paper I can make you slip"         So Milly took that paper and did the deed      Floyd hit the water with astonishing speed      And as the sharks circled and began to feed      Milly knew her weasel was finally free         Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life      That's completely free      Floyd is dead; he's nothing but a ripple      Cause Milly took that paper      And sliced him on the nipple