(Capo 4th fret) Martin was a monkey He lived in London zoo He had a monkey tyre And a monkey tree branch too But Martin wasn't happy there He sat and dreamt all day (F#) About the thing he wanted most A skiing holiday He'd shoot off down the mountain And whizz across the snow He'd slalom in between the flags He couldn't wait to go But he never did go skiing He couldn't go because Martin was a monkey And a monkey's what he was. He told his friends about it They thought that it was daft They laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed And laughed and laughed and laughed. But he left his branch, he left his tree He leapt apon the floor But he couldn't leave the cage Because a lock was on the door He talked to the zookeepers He asked to be set free But nobody would listen 'Cos they couldn't speak monkey He never did go skiing He couldn't go because Martin was a monkey And a monkey's what he was. He stood and looked out from the cage It simply wasn't fair Why did he have to stay inside When skiing was out there? But that's the way life was And there was nothing he could do It seemed that all things had a place And his was in the zoo. So Martin never got his dream He simply sat and cried He spent his life in London Zoo Until the day he died. He never did go skiing He couldn't go because Martin was a monkey And a monkey's what he was. A monkey's what he was. A monkey's what he was.