Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?   Why it's dark as a dungeon, way up in the air      Come gather 'round me you little monkeys and a story I'll tell   About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well   He was born at the top of a big old tree   Way back in 1953      He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes   Till they took him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose   They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow   Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go      Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?   Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air   There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home   Well, no hammer or sickle, you'll be on your own      He had plenty of Cuban bananas and loads of Spam   But he found great difficulty trying to open the can   One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control   It spun out of orbit and shot out the black hole      It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey years   That's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears      Space monkey, space monkey, what you doing out there?   Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air   But there'll be no one to greet you when you get back home   No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on your own      Space monkey, space monkey, it's time to get real   The space race is over, how does it feel   Cold War's had a heatwave, Iron Curtain's torn down   They've rolled up the carpet in space monkey town      Now Leningrad is Petersburg and Petersburg's hell   For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell      The space monkey was reportedly last sighted about   A half a block off of Red Square   In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends      There was the dog that flew Sputnik   And a blind red-headed, one legged parrot   Who had done some minor research for Dow Chemical      They were drinking American Vodka   Imported all the way from Paducah, Kentucky   And reportedly had their arms around each other's shoulders singing   "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end"      Space monkey, space monkey, there's nothing to do   But it's better than living in a Communist zoo   There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home   No hammer or sickle, you'll be all on you own      Space monkey