| Brass monkey, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey
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| Coolin’by the lockers, gettin’kinda funky
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| Me and the crew were drinking brass monkey
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| This girl walked by, she gave me the eye
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| I reached in the locker and grabbed the Spanish fly
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| I put it with the monkey, mixed it in the cup
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| Went over to the girl, «Yo baby what’s up?»
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| I offered her a sip, the girl she gave me lip
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| It did begin, the stuff wore in, and now she’s on my tip
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| Brass monkey, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey
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| You got a dry martini, thinkin’you’re cool
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| I’ll take your place at the bar and smack you off your stool
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| Monkey and parties and reelin’and rockin'
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| Def -- girls -- all y’all jockin'
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| I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it
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| I love brass monkey but I won’t give Gordon Brie it
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| We got the bottle, you got the cup
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| Come on everybody, let’s get fucked
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| Brass monkey, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey junkie, that funky monkey
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| Brass monkey, the funky monkey
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| Brass monkey, the funky… chimp. |