From the recording A Million Monkeys
I woke up, there was no alarm, I just woke up thenAnd the news was what it was and I wasn't in it againAll day I acted and reacted like all the world's my stageUntil the dots were all connected to here at the end of the page
That a million monkeys have been typingThey're putting us in their playTo me it's all just gibberishWhat do monkeys have to say?They don't know how to spellHow to reason or to rhymeBut they like to hunt and peckAnd they've got nothing but time
There you were, my one in a million, I was facing the other directionI never saw you coming, so there went my chance for perfectionBy an inch we missed a moment that should have been momentousIf we were meant to be together, how could plain dumb luck prevent us?
Well a million monkeys have been typingThey're putting us in their playTo me it's all just gibberishWhat do monkeys have to say?They don't know how to spellHow to reason or to rhymeBut they like to hunt and peckAnd they've got nothing but time
When one of the monkeys tears off a pageIt's out of the monkey's handsThey wash their hands of it and when it hits the fanThey don't care where it lands
Though I was born when I was born where I was born, I didn't have to beI could've been somebody else some other time in some other family treeIf it's my destiny to disbelieve in fate this wayThen when I say I'll take my chances, well what else could I say?
While a million monkeys keep on typingThey're putting us in their showYou'd hardly call it HamletWhat the hell do monkey's know?They don't know theme or characterThey've hardly got a plotIt's incoherent, butIt's the only one we've got
And a million monkeys keep on bangingThey're gonna hammer out a showThat all adds up to nothingWhat the hell do monkeys know?They're counting to infinityThey'll get there more or lessThey let their chips fall where they mayAnd we clean up the messMade by a million monkeys, monkeysMonkeys, monkeys, monkeys, monkeysA million monkeys