Richard Cheese - Bra** Monkey lyrics

Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey Bra** Monkey, junkie Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey That funky Monkey Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky Me and the crew We're drinking Bra** 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 Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey Bra** Monkey, junkie Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey 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, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin' I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it I love Bra** Monkey but I won't give Gordon Brie it We got the bottle - you got the cup Come on everybody let's get f**ed! Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey Bra** Monkey, junkie Bra** Monkey, that funky Monkey That funky Monkey Bra** Monkey, that funky... chimp!