flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

July 08, 2005

Welcome To The Monkey House

So, I was driving into work yesterday, listening to the XM Radio. A song comes on that’s quite catchy (kinda like Ebola…). The chorus, “And it’s money that will make the monkey dance.”

Now where on earth did that lyric come from? What made that songwriter put that particular image in his head?

I understand “
brass monkey”, “monkey on your back”, and even “shock the monkey” – though that one gives me frightening mental images.

But money making a monkey dance? Whack, I say.

And what is this fascination with monkeys? How many songs are about kangaroos? I know of none. Marsupial racism, that.

I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Right after I eat a pint of chunky monkey.

(notice, I couldn’t find any good way to work in the spanking of said mammal… until now. No monkey post would be complete without it.)



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