Circus Monkeys Songtext

won't you take a trip with me funny bone deep down to the end of college street...there's three guys there that you've got to meet...they've got some stories, jokes, and songs that you have just got to hear...and maybe while we're there they'll buy us some beer well we are those three guys...and no, we really don't mind a little company from time to time...they keep coming through the door...fifty minors, or maybe more...the house is full...the only place to sit is on the floor when will you play a song for me...I like the one that's christmassy...when will you show some fan loyalty?...I don't know tell you neighbors...go tell all your friends...and bring them over just to meet the band...pound some porters, share some smokes, and get out of hand...we're not complaining and we don't mean to grouse...but this persistence is freaking us out...pretty soon we'll have to charge admission just to get in our house we're nobody's circus monkeys...we're not some tongue-in-cheek show here for you to amuse your buddies...will you do it again?...I don't know we're nobody's circus monkeys...we're not some fucking freakshow here for you to amuse your buddies...will it ever end?...I don't know 1,2,3,4 who's sleeping on my floor?...1,2,3,4 who's knocking at my door?...1,2,3,4 will you go to the store?...who's knocking at my door?...I don't know