Brass Monkey

Lyrics

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 getting kind of funky Me and the crew We're 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 thinking 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, that funky... chimp!