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 darn well you been a cheating."

Chorus:
Well, run Red run, 'cause he's got the gun
And he's aiming it at your head.
Run Red run, 'cause 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 bet.
The race was on, you know the chase was on
And Red he sure could run,
But, let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short,
Because he's a travelling son of a gun.
Repeat Chorus
(Saxophone bridge)
Monkey trapped Red in a parking 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 watch
Give 'em to me or I'll shoot.
I'm gonna put on your brand new Stetson hat
And go to town in your new brown suit."

(Repeat Chorus)