Oh, Red went and bought himself a monkey got him from
a pawn shop broker
Taught that monkey how to guzzle beer and he taught him
how to play stud poker
Last night when they were gambling in the kitchen, the monkey,
he was taking a beating
The monkey said Red, I'm going to shoot you dead, because I
know darn well you been cheating
Well, run Red run, because he's got your gun and he's aiming
it at your head
Run Red run, because he's got your gun, and he's aiming it at
your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail, before he
fills it full of lead
#2
Oh, Red jumped up and started to move like a P80-Saber Jet
He zoomed around the corner, and he disappeared and everybody started
to fade
The race was on, you know the chase was on, and Red he sure could run
But, let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short, because he's a
travelling son of a gun
Well, run Red run, because he's got your gun and he's aiming
it at your head
Run Red run, because he's got your gun, and he's aiming it at
your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail, before he
fills it full of lead
#3
The monkey trapped Red in a parking lot down along the Avenue
The monkey said, Red, you've made a man out of me, now I'm going to make a
monkey out of you
Give me your car keys and give me your watch, give it to me or I'll
shoot
Going to put on your brand new Stetson hat and go to town in your new
brown suit
Well, run Red run, because he's got your gun and he's aiming
it at your head
Run Red run, because he's got your gun, and he's aiming it at
your head
You better get up and wail, you better move your tail, before he
fills it full of lead