[Monkey sounds] *(Verse 1)* In a jungle far away, where the vines grow tall, There's a story that we tell, it’s the strangest of them all. A million tiny fingers, typing night and day, On typewriters old and rusty, hear the clatter and the fray. *(Chorus)* Infinite monkeys on infinite keys, Typing out the works of Shakespeare with ease. In a universe of randomness, they say, Even monkeys write a masterpiece someday. *(Verse 2)* Bananas all around, they fuel the crazy spree, Each monkey with a paper, a literary decree. From Hamlet to Macbeth, they write without a clue, Every now and then, a verse seems almost new. *(Chorus)* Infinite monkeys on infinite keys, Typing out the works of Shakespeare with ease. In a universe of randomness, they say, Even monkeys write a masterpiece someday. *(Bridge)* Oh, the chaos in the jungle, the sound of endless clack, The randomness of fate, there's no turning back. In the midst of all the madness, a sonnet here and there, Proof that even chaos can create something rare. *(Verse 3)* The scholars all debate, the theory and the myth, But the monkeys keep on typing, with bananas in their grip. They don’t seek the glory, they don’t seek the fame, Just typing out the letters, in this never-ending game. *(Chorus)* Infinite monkeys on infinite keys, Typing out the works of Shakespeare with ease. In a universe of randomness, they say, Even monkeys write a masterpiece someday. *(Outro)* So if you ever hear the clatter, from a jungle far away, Know it's just the monkeys, working night and day. Infinite in number, with typewriters so grand, Creating endless stories, in the palm of their hands.
