Run Red Run

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 out 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 that well, you been a 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.

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 stare.

The race was on, you know the chase was on

And Red he was all shook up

But, let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short,

Because he's a traveling son of a gun.

Monkey trapped Red in a parking a lot.

Down along the Avenue,

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, give me your wallet

Give it to me here, or I'll shoot

Going to put on your brand new Stetson hat

And go to town in your new brown suit."