The Problem
When the chimp on the tree
Shakes his fist at me
You know I love it
'Cause it means that much to me
And my nuts knows it's not
In a bid to reach the top
There is no other
'Cause it means that much to you
You'll be free to guess
Again, you'll see
And there'll be work
That they tell you to do
But if you don't care a lot
When the world just hits the spot
You'll be out again
By Christmas time next year