They're driving long nails into coffins You've been having sleepless nights You've gone quiet as a church mouse And checking on your rights The boss has hung you out to dry And it looks as though They'll punish the monkey And let the organ grinder go. You've been talking to a lawyer Are you going to pretend That you and your employer Are still the best of friends? Somebody's going to take the fall There's your quid pro quo. They'll punish the monkey, They'll punish the monkey, They'll punish the monkey, And let the organ grinder go. Here comes a policeman, He won't be sidetracked. He's asking about a smoking gun, He's after the facts. It's a quiet life from here on in, You've dropped your poison cup. The telephone is ringing But you're not picking up. Time's up, Sir Lord Flunkey, And everybody knows They'll punish the monkey, They'll punish the monkey, They'll punish the monkey, And let the organ grinder go. They'll punish the monkey, Punish the monkey, Punish the monkey, And let the organ grinder go.(2X)