This is the story of the Trou Macaca
The fine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the Trou Macaca
The fine box derby, the monkey track
Now what I'd heard about on TV
But what I'd witnessed entirely
Each bend in the road was intact
Another curb on the monkey track
Once upon a time we thought we were free
And had control over destiny
We saw ourselves a competent band
Able to reason, prosper, and plan
But we had chamber up in the moon
Circumstance made us change our tune
When the veil was torn from our face
We became the monkey's riding a race
Monkey!
You think you got to stop and take the break away
Fly away on the track every day
Talent, bigger drive will lead Trou Macace to the rest of your life
Then these last things you can arrange
Find other people, we call it strange
Stop yourselves in the fun and ride
The fine box derby to the finish line
I said push be rides are a serious ban
He's going to finish as fast as he can
The escalator takes it personally
And does not ride professionally
Charming enchantress and bone can run
Even if the windshield wipers are on
Either broadcast or avoid police
But the back was legend to cross the lead