Brass Monkey - Richard Cheese

Brass monkey, that funky monkey

Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey

Brass monkey, that funky monkey

Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey

Coolin’by the lockers, gettin’kinda funky

Me and the crew were drinking brass monkey

This girl walked by, she gave me the eye

I reached in the locker and grabbed the Spanish fly

I put it with the monkey, mixed it in the cup

Went over to the girl, «Yo baby what’s up?»

I offered her a sip, the girl she gave me lip

It did begin, the stuff wore in, and now she’s on my tip

Brass monkey, that funky monkey

Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey

You got a dry martini, thinkin’you’re cool

I’ll take your place at the bar and smack you off your stool

Monkey and parties and reelin’and rockin'

Def -- girls -- all y’all jockin'

I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it

I love brass monkey but I won’t give Gordon Brie it

We got the bottle, you got the cup

Come on everybody, let’s get fucked

Brass monkey, that funky monkey

Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey

Brass monkey, the funky monkey

Brass monkey, the funky… chimp.