Well through the window she comes,
And through the window she comes,
She got a little rope tied, tied to her leg,
Where it leads to I don't know,
But you can hand your babies up to the higher ground.
To the hairy one's blessed upon their crown
I'm comin' down like a river in a cage,
The monkey see the monkey do,
I'm comin' down like a river in cage,
I'll run my hands through to you
