Bruce Springsteen Follow

They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
For teaching that
man descended from the apes
They coulda settled that case without a fuss or
fight
If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night

They'da called in that jury and a one two three said
Part man, part
monkey, definitely

Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple

Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil
Offers his lover's prayer
but his soul lies
Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied
Well hey bartender,
tell me whaddaya see
Part man, part monkey, looks like to me

Well
the night is dark, the moon is full
The flowers of romance exert their pull

We talk awhile, my fingers slip
I'm hard and crackling like a whip

Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire
Or did he crawl on up
out of the muck and mire
Well the man on the street believes what the bible
tells him so
Well you can ask me, mister, because I know
Tell them
soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see
Part man, part monkey, baby
that's me