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!