Tweeter and the Monkey Man

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash

They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash

To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan

For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a Boy Scout

'fore she went to Vietnam

And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn

They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey line

So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99

And the walls came down all the way to hell

Never saw them when they're standing

Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man

Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can

Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill

She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel

They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal

The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you is a liar

If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire"

And the walls came down all the way to hell

Never saw them when they're standing

Never saw them when they fell

An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind

Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind

The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree

Near the souvenir stand

by the old abandoned factory

Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit

He was taking the whole thing personal

he didn't care about the loot

Jan had told him many times, "It was you to me who taught

In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught"

And the walls came down all the way to hell

Never saw them when they're standing

Never saw them when they fell

Some place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gas

The undercover cop had cornered them, said

"Boy, you didn't think this could last?"

Jan jumped out of bed, said

"There's someplace I gotta go"

She took the gun out of the drawer, said

"It's best that you don't know."

The undercover cop was found face down in a field

The Monkey Man was on the river bridge

using Tweeter as a shield

Jan said to the Monkey Man

"I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl

I knew him long before

he ever became a Jersey Girl"

And the walls came down all the way to hell

Never saw them when they're standing

Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again

I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den

The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone

Ever since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun

There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done

Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan

Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man