My Monkey

This article is about the song

• for the bootleg see My Monkey (bootleg)

"My Monkey"
Song by Marilyn Manson
Album	Portrait of an American Family
Released	July 19, 1994
Recorded	August–December 1993 at Criteria Studios in Miami, Florida, Record Plant Studios in Los Angeles, California, The Village Recorder and Pig
Genre	experimental rock, psychedelic rock, alternative rock
Length	4:31
Label	Nothing, Interscope
Writer	Marilyn Manson
Composer	Daisy Berkowitz
Producer	Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor
External links	Search ISRC Search at Musicstax

"My Monkey" is the twelfth track on the 1994 release Portrait of an American Family. Several verses were taken from "Mechanical Man" written and performed by Charles Manson in 1968. The earliest recording of this song dates back to the band's The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat cassette tape, released in 1990.

Appearances

Cassettes

• The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat
• Big Black Bus
• Lunchbox
• Live as Hell
• Refrigerator
• The Manson Family Album

Albums

• Portrait of an American Family

Versions

• "My Monkey" — Appears on The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat.
• "My Monkey" — Big Black Bus and Lunchbox versions are identical.
• "My Monkey" — Live as Hell and Refrigerator versions are identical.
• "My Monkey" — Appears on The Manson Family Album.
• "My Monkey" — Appears on Portrait of an American Family.

Spooky Kids versions

Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat Version	Big Black Bus - Lunchbox Version
Live as Hell - Refrigerator Version

Lyrics

Portrait of an American Family version

    i had a little monkey
    i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
    along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
    and now my monkey's dead
    at least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
    (what i make is what i am, i can't be forever)
    i had a little monkey
    i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
    along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
    and now my monkey's dead
    poor little monkey
    "make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
    (what i make is what i am, i can't be forever)
    we are our own wicked gods
    with little "g's" and big dicks
    sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise
    i had a little monkey and i sent him to the country
    and i fed him on gingerbread
    along came a choo-choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
    and (k)now my monkey's dead
    the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
    of his own mind's dissonance

The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat version

    i had a little monkey i sent him to the country
    and i fed him on gingerbread along came a choo choo
    knocked my monkey coo coo and (k)now my monkey's dead
    at least he looks that way, but then again don't we all poor little
    monkey lying down on the ground with his head tucked under
    his arm my monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm
    the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection of his own
    mind's dissonance