Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash

They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash

To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan

For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man



Tweeter was a Boy Scout, 'course he went to Viet Nam

Found out the hard way nobody gives a damn

Thought that they'd find freedom just across the Jersey line

Hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99



And the walls came down

All the way to hell

Never saw them when they standin'

Never saw them when they fell



The undercover cop, he never liked the Monkey Man

Even back in high school, wanted to see him in the can

Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill

Made secret plans with the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill



It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel

Pulled into paradise, you could hear the tires squeal

It was Jan who'd told him many times,