won`t you take a trip with me funny bone deep down to the end of college
street...there`s three guys there that you`ve got to meet...they`ve got some
stories, jokes, and songs that you have just got to hear...and maybe while
we`re there they`ll buy us some beer
well we are those three guys...and no, we really don`t mind a little company
from time to time...they keep coming through the door...fifty minors, or maybe
more...the house is full...the only place to sit is on the floor
when will you play a song for me...I like the one that`s
christmassy...when will you show some fan loyalty?...I don`t know
tell you neighbors...go tell all your friends...and bring them over just to
meet the band...pound some porters, share some smokes, and get out of
hand...we`re not complaining and we don`t mean to grouse...but this
persistence is freaking us out...pretty soon we`ll have to charge admission
just to get in our house
we`re nobody`s circus monkeys...we`re not some tongue-in-cheek show here
for you to amuse your buddies...will you do it again?...I don`t know
we`re nobody`s circus monkeys...we`re not some fucking freakshow here for
you to amuse your buddies...will it ever end?...I don`t know
1,2,3,4 who`s sleeping on my floor?...1,2,3,4 who`s knocking at my
door?...1,2,3,4 will you go to the store?...who`s knocking at my door?...I
don`t know