E                                    B

In a distant street a distant beat Repeats machine gun like

In a forest grows a sweet fruit Filled with poison

In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames High above us

In an office blind machines blink out data In a rush

 

   C#m        G#m       A                           B

Whatever they say they say It isn't true what they say

   C#m      G#m          A                                    B

It didn't come from the gays The blacks the Haitians or the whores or

 

  CHORUS

          E       A       B                E         A      B                                

 Green monkeys  ya ya ya yah   Or green monkeys    ya ya ya yah 

 

Instrumental (then) REPEAT CHORUS (and fade)