I wish
the ape a lot of success
I'm
sorry my apartment's a mess
Most
of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm
betting the gorilla will, too
They
say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But
when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the
mean time, keep your profile low
Gorilla,
you're a desperado
He built
a house on an acre of land
He called
it Villa Gorilla Now
I hear
he's getting divorced
Laying
low at L'Ermitage, of course
Then
the ape grew very depressed
Went
through Transactional Analysis
He plays
racquetball and runs in the rain
Still
he's shackled to a platinum chain
Big gorilla
at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched
the glasses right off my face
Took
the keys to my BMW
Left
me here to take his place
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