Telephone Call Intro: (ring) "Hello?" "The monkey department, please." "Yes, well, what is it?" "Well, I'm interested in, uh, purchasing some monkeys." "Yes." "You I understand have some for sale." "Yes." "What types of monkeys do you have?" "Well, we have the spider monkey, we have the little capuchin monkey, we have the cinnamon ringtail, well what monkey do you want?" "Well, which are the, uh, most tender?" "You mean, which make the best pets?" "No, uh, I'm interested in making, uh, monkey soup." "A what?" (End of Call) Can you hear the roar? I sounds like a war It's feeding time at the zoo When their stomachs start growlin' the wolves start to howl For a bite of what's on our menu As they pick up the scent they grow violent And they stampede to the feast No matter where you're at, you're in their habitat And they're bound to be disturbing your peace Your last meal left you dissatisfied Now the zookeepers have arrived First come, first served, you better get in line 'Cause it's super time Yeah, it's feeding time at the zoo If you get too close you'll lose a finger or two Soothing the savage beast in you Is the last thing we wanna do Yeah, it's feeding time at the zoo All the stories you've heard, every one is true The time has come for our rendezvous It's feeding time for me and you See them sweat as the tables are set And the frenzy's about to begin Eagerly they await the chance to swallow the bait And their patience is wearing thin When they no longer bare to delay this affair We serve it up, thick and raw We only cater our way, thrash fuckin' fillets A banquet if you're hungry to brawl