Martin was a monkey
He lived in London Zoo
He had a monkey tyre
And a monkey tree branch too

But he left his branch-
But Martin-thank you-wasn't happy there
He sat and dreamt all day
About the thing he wanted most
A skiing holiday
...skiing holiday

He'd shoot off down the mountain
And whizz across the snow
He'd slalom inbetween the flags
He couldn't wait to go

But he never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was

He told his friends about it
They thought that it was daft
They laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed
And laughed and laughed and laughed
But he left his branch, he left his tree
He leapt upon the floor
But he couldn't leave the cage
Because a lock was on the door

He talked to the zookeeper
He asked to be set free
But nobody would listen
'Cause they couldn't speak monkey

He never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was

He stood and looked out from the cage
It simply wasn't fair
Why did he have to stay inside
When skiing was out there?

But that's the way life was
And there was nothing he could do
It seemed that all things had a place
And his was in the zoo

So Martin never got his dream
He simply sat and cried
He spent his life in London Zoo
Until the day he died
He never did go skiing
He couldn't go because
Martin was a monkey
And a monkey's what he was
A monkey's what he was
A monkey's what he was
Thank you!