The Problem

When the chimp on the tree
Shakes his fist at me
You know I love it
Cause it means that much to me
And my nutts knows it’s not
In a bid to reach the top
There is no other
'Cause it means that much to you
Cause you’ll be free
To guess
Again, you’ll see
And there’ll be work
That they tell you to do
But if you don’t care a lot
If the world just hits the spot
You’ll be out again
By Christmas time next year
Just be sure when your not
Of the «I"that doesn’t dot
When your young
Nothings hard to pick that clean
Feel my meaning