A restaurant-owning, GTO-driving FrontBurnervian sends his get-well wishes to Nancy in the form a song, sung to the tune of the Stones’ “Monkey Man”:
I’m a flea-bit peanut monkey
All my fingers are kinda funky
That’s not really true
I’d like a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
You wanna order one too?
But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around
By every he-rat in this town
Have you, Tim?
Well, I am just a monkey woman
and I’m glad to be monkey-digited, too
I have eaten roasted Tuscan boar
And you know I supported Gore
Just wish he’d pulled on through
Yes, I’m a sack of broken eggs
I always have an unmade bed
Don’t you?
Well, I hope I’m not too dramatic
Or become a Percocet addict
I just love to cry the blues
Well I am just a monkey woman…
…Get well soon, Nancy!
