"Simian Dreams, Parts I & II"
Words by Brent Bowman and Hair Knight. Music by Hair Knight.
Appears on Pied Piper

My uncle had a brass monkey out in the old, cold snow
And when it started talking funky, it got bigger and it'd always grow.
My uncle had a brass monkey. In his world, the sky wasn't blue.
It's kind of red and pink and funky and the clouds are made of glue.
And no-one talks to you.

My uncle's monkey is of brass, the sky has purple polka dots.
The grass is of glass and it smokes in burning pots.
Among clouds is a sticky substance, above a sea of turpentine.
Where more brass monkeys dance and demons offer lines.
And good clean men must sign.

In the cold, cold weather, the wind may freeze
My uncle's monkey in my childhood's breeze.
He's not my real uncle, but that's okay.
He can play with his funky monkey any ol' day.
That's what I say.

My uncle was one with his monkey
He was real chunky.
It was real funky.
He was a chunky monkey.

My uncle's monkey had an uncle and the uncle was mine.
And in the old, cold snow my uncle's monkey would shine
And when my uncle's monkey's uncle had a monkey of his own,
We knew the blizzard was going hard in the old, cold snow.
A cold breeze would blow.

I have a monkey nephew and the nephew is mine
And in the old, cold snow my uncle's monkey would shine.
Not only is my uncle a monkey's uncle, so is me.
And we all live together in a banana tree.
A monkey's uncle is me.

My uncle was one with his monkey
He was real chunky.
It felt real funky.
He was a chunky monkey.
A very chunky monkey, of course.