| 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. |