I Wish I Was Monk Today
"It's not cool these days to play your instrument...That's not part of this age." -- Ian Anderson
She was nice
But a little bit short of paradise.
And it all just turned to stone.
Now I walk the wire
Sensing smoke where there once was fire.
And before you know,
You're freezing to the bone.
I wish I was Monk.
I wish I was Monk today.
I just sit in my one room and play and play and play and play.
Baroness Pannonica,
Won't you send the check my way?
Let me keep all my junk
And live like Monk today.
Where is my helping hand
Right here in the promised land
With a head all full of dreams?
We all want fly
The Creator dangles our pods from the sky
Wings still hardened now.
But punching at the seams.
I wish I was Monk.
I wish I was Monk today.
I just sit in my one room and play and play and play and play play.
Baroness Pannonica,
Won't you PayPal the way?
Sure, I will reek like a skunk
'Cause I'll be living like Monk.
Oh, I can just see him there
Without a care
In his uneasy chair
Maybe I'm wrong.
The strangest songs were never meant to be.
I know I'm bound to dangerous ground.
But that's not stopping me.
The very heart of me.
Yeah!
Sometimes the man in the mall
Is like a thoroughbred trapped inside its stall
On a clear and sunny day.
Because the turf is mine!
Let me bust through those boards and watch me shine.
For the time is now
And there ain't no other way
I'm living like Monk.
I'm living like Monk today.
I am working the room as I play and play and play and play play play.
I won't mind the outcome.
Because it's my final say.
And in the end I'll demand that I take that top bunk
Like an Egyptian pharaoh I'll throw in all my junk
Look at those urban myths I'm about to debunk.
Gonna stink like that skunk
And live like Monk today!
Today.
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