This monkey, he’s
a-itchin’, he’s a-scratchin’ at me too.
He wants me to feel
heavy, that I just won’t make it through.
I know that I can shake
him, ‘cause he can’t stay there all day.
I know if I endure it
well, that I will be okay.
So I’ll keep my heart
from achin’, shake that monkey off my back!
I’ll lift another’s
burden, pick up another’s slack.
As I help and lift
another, with a heart of purest gold,
I’ll find my outlook
pleasant, that monkey’s got no hold!