Monkey middle with a fiddle

In a real tight ragtime band

Cause a blaze of fame and fortune

Heard so loud across the land

And those little people who buy those records

Sit lonely in their homes with funny faces

Falling into the great unknown

They got little polka-dot undies

And you know they have their fun

They got matching ties and curtains

And they get their washing done

But come evening comes a feeling

When they lay their burdens down

When they put that record on

The house is jumping with excitement '

Everyone's acting out of character

But everything goes back to normal

A half an hour later

And everyone acts like nothing happened

As that record goes back into he sleeve

That's one house guest that'll never leave

Monkey middle with a fiddle

In a real tight ragtime band

Cause a blaze of fame and fortune

Heard so loud across the land

And those little people who buy those records

Sit lonely in their homes with funny faces

Falling into the great unknown