Oh the jealous little monkey
Oh the jealous little dingo
Oh the cactus lost its prickles
They were eaten by a slug
Oh the jealous little cup cake
Oh the jealous little cherry
Because desert was oh so sour
It was rolled up in a rug
(Poke at me anger and eruption) And eruption
(Poke at me greedy horn of lusting) Horn of lust
(Jealousy fumigates the ginger) ahhhh
(He couldn’t see) how could it be
Oh the jealous little monkey
Oh the jealous little dingo
Oh the cactus lost its prickles
They were eaten by a slug
Oh the jealous little cup cake
Oh the jealous little cherry
Because desert was oh so sour
It was rolled up in a rug
(Poke at me anger and eruption) And eruption
(Poke at me greedy horn of lusting) Horn of lust
(Jealousy fumigates the ginger) ahhhh
(He couldn’t see) how could it be
Oh the jealous little monkey
Oh the jealous little dingo
Oh the cactus lost its prickles
They were eaten by a slug
Oh the jealous little prickles
Oh the jealous little deserts
Oh those sneaky lying bastards
Now the slug is in the rug
Oh the jealous li
Oh the jealous little monkey
Oh the jealous little dingo
Oh the cactus lost its prickles
They were eaten by a slug
Oh the jealous little monkey
Oh the jealous little dingo
Oh the cactus lost its prickles
They were eaten by a slug
