Monkey you'll do as I say
I am your master, you are my slave
Your girlfriend's toast if you dare disobey

So you had better not misbehave

You're a weakling, but you'll be of use

For the success of our master scheme
Dance now or I'll resort to abuse
And singe your skin as well as your dreams


I'll handle these Antlions myself
But don't dare think that I'm helping you

Dance some more if you value your health
And for the love of pork,


Monkey, what do you think you're doing there?
Stop those tears or I'll zap your derriere!
Cactus Wolves are all wimps

So don't be afraid, Chimp!
When Fassad's on your side
No need to run and hide