We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"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 before 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
(chorus) 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's a liar If you dont surrender now its gonna go down to the wire
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 didnt 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 dont get caught."
(chorus) ... Lyrics continued below.
"Tweeter and the Monkey Man," off the Traveling Wilburys, Vol. I, from 1988. The chorus is sung by the rest of the group: Roy Orbison, Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne and George Harrison, but the lead vocals and all the words are Dylan's (with a little assistance from Petty). A close read of the lyrics reveals a lot of imagery lifted/borrowed from Bruce Springsteen. Don't worry too much about them though - just enjoy the original recording below.
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas The undercover cop had cornered them said boy, you didnt Think that this could last Jan jumped out of bed said there's someplace I gotta go She took a gun out of the drawer and said it's best if 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 tweeters curl I knew him long before he ever became a jersey girl
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lions Den The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone Ever since the nightly news show that the monkey man was on
I guess I'll to to Florida and get myself some sun There aint no more opportunity here, everythings been done Sometime I think of tweeter, sometime I think of Jan Sometime I dont think about nothing but the monkey man."