Monkey one pressing computer keys
Writes a sonnet for the zoo
The other apes still in the deepest freeze
She's figured out just who is who
Little reasons mounting to just turn tail
Never quite enough to go
In the stars, well there's a living scale
Quite the revelation, though
Gone are the years
Of bring... bringing up the rear
Oh, what a thing to
Sing before we disappear
Cut a deal with every basic law
A handshake into time unknown
To stay ahead of some receding dawn
To face the emptiness alone
Gone are the years
Of bring... bringing up the rear
Oh, what a thing to
Sing before we disappear
Give her a lever, give her a lever
Give her a lever, give her a lever
Big enough and she will move the world
Gone are the years
Of bring... bringing up the rear
Oh, what a thing to
Sing before we disappear