| Song | Part Man, Part Monkey |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | 18 Tracks |
| Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen | |
| They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States | |
| For teaching that man descended from the apes | |
| They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight | |
| If they'd seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night | |
| They'da called in that jury and a one two three said | |
| Part man, part monkey, definitely | |
| Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple | |
| Man in a monkey suit swears he'll do no evil | |
| Offers his lover's prayer but his soul lies | |
| Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied | |
| Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see | |
| Part man, part monkey, looks like to me | |
| Well the night is dark, the moon is full | |
| The flowers of romance exert their pull | |
| We talk awhile, my fingers slip | |
| I'm hard and crackling like a whip | |
| Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire | |
| Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire | |
| Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so | |
| Well you can ask me, mister, because I know | |
| Tell them soul-suckin' preachers to come on down and see | |
| Part man, part monkey, baby that's me |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States | |
| For teaching that man descended from the apes | |
| They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight | |
| If they' d seen me chasin' you, sugar, through the jungle last night | |
| They' da called in that jury and a one two three said | |
| Part man, part monkey, definitely | |
| Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple | |
| Man in a monkey suit swears he' ll do no evil | |
| Offers his lover' s prayer but his soul lies | |
| Dark and driftin' and unsatisfied | |
| Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see | |
| Part man, part monkey, looks like to me | |
| Well the night is dark, the moon is full | |
| The flowers of romance exert their pull | |
| We talk awhile, my fingers slip | |
| I' m hard and crackling like a whip | |
| Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire | |
| Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire | |
| Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so | |
| Well you can ask me, mister, because I know | |
| Tell them soulsuckin' preachers to come on down and see | |
| Part man, part monkey, baby that' s me |