(lyrics are written by Beastie Boys)

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.
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Thanks to (Kyle Morgan) for correcting these lyrics. May 13, 2008