From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser (Monte Carlo Studio Recording, January, 1976) - Jethro Tull

As the moon slips up, the sun slips down

I’m a highrise jockey, and I’m heaven bound

Do the woorkboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn

I’m a monkey puzzle and the lid is on

Can you guess my name?

Can you guess my trade?

I’m going to catch you anyway

You might be right.

I’ll give you guesses three

Feel me climbing up your knee

Guess what I am.

I’m a steel monkey

Now some men hustle and some just think

And some go running before you blink

Some look up and some look down

From three hundred feet above the ground

Can you guess my name?

And can you guess my trade?

Well, I won’t rest before the world is made

Arm in arm the angels fly

Keep me from falling out the sky

Steel monkey

Steel monkey

Steel monkey

I work in the thunder and i work in the rain

I work at my drinking, and I feel no pain

I work on women, if they want me to

You can have me a climb all over you

Now, have you guessed my name?

And have you guessed my trade?

I’m cheap at the money I get paid

In the sulphur city, where men are men

We bolt those beams then climb again

Steel monkey