Ready for the Monkeyhouse Lyrics

Your face is like the moment when
The sexist hero traps the slippy villain
With the weasel face
You don't have to speak
- your expression is the truth that your words don't say
And the truth won't go away
In many dark corners
I have asked myself about this;
Did you do it out of malice
Did you fall or were you kissed ?


Would you ask your friend
With the cowboy jacket and the boots up to his knee
Would he shut his mouth for me ?
I've heard just enough
All I want to hear about pipes and drums
And how little time it takes the klutz to come
The golden gift of silence
Is I don't have to hear him speak
So would you get him out yourself
Before I put you both back in the street

Now the story shifts
And we see a young man standing in the wings
Too old before his time
Collecting grey hairs, he's proud and he's scared
And he says he doesn't care
- how can he be so blind ?
So how did you corrupt him ?
You must have got him where it counts
Now he's so numb he's ready to freeze
And I'm ready for the Monkeyhouse !

Edinburgh 1981

On "A Girl Called Johnny" 12" single