Trou Macacq

This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track

This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track

Not what I heard or saw on tv,

But what I witnessed entirely

Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track

Once upon a time we thought we were free

And had control over destiny

We saw ourselves a competent band

Able to reason, prosper and plan

But we had a chamber up in the moon

Circumstance made us change our tune

When the veil was torn from our face

We became the monkeys riding the race

Monkey!

You think you got the stuff it takes to break away!

Boy youll be on the track every day

Talent, vigor,drive

Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life

And these last things you can arrange

Find other people equally strange

Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line

I said: chris p. rides on a serious plan

Hes going to finish as fast as he can

The escalator takes it personally

And does not drive professionally

Charming enchantress and bones can run

Even if the winshield wipers are on

I the broadcaster avoid police

But the bat was led into custody