Stuck in my Head

[Captain Funbags]

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace
When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker - 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

Step up to the bar - put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle - you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff-

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

[TAT]

When do you ever; not have a Beastie Boys song stuck in your head!?

[Jdubbs]

When do you ever; not have a Beastie Boys song stuck in your head!?

Good point....maybe when he's preaching from the book of White Stripes?

[TAT]

Good point....maybe when he's preaching from the book of White Stripes?

Or how much everything else sucks in comparision to those two groups.

[Captain Funbags]

Good point....maybe when he's preaching from the book of White Stripes?

Or how much everything else sucks in comparision to those two groups.

I couldn't have said it better

No, but lately I've had Kanye West's Stronger stuck in my head, and Bob Sinclair's World, Hold On. Beasties are a welcome change.

[TAT]

No, but lately I've had Kanye West's Stronger stuck in my head, and Bob Sinclair's World, Hold On. Beasties are a welcome change.

Both of which are great song, Even if Kanye did use Daft Punk's 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger' as a backbeat loop.

[Captain Funbags]

I think that's one of the bigger reasons why I like Stronger.

[Codec]

I had this song stuck in my head all day today. Maybe because today I was hungover and Sunday is the most boring day of the entire week...

"Of Dust And Nations" by Thrice

The towers that shoulder your pride,
The words you've written in stone,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.
The streets that suffer your name,
Your very flesh and your bones,
Sand will cover them,
Sand will cover you.

So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'We live in but a shadow of the real.

Step out from time,
See the dust of nations.
Step out from time,
Hear the stars' ovation.

Saturn will not sleep until,
The sand has made us clean
Still we stack our stones and bury what we can,
But it all will be undone,
And nothing built under the Sun,
Will Ever stand before the endless march of sand.

So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'We live in but a shadow of the real.

So put your faith,
In more than steel,
Don't store your treasures up,
With moth and rust,
Where thieves break in and steal.
Pull the fangs,
From out your heel.
O'we live in but a shadow of the real

[Captain Funbags]

I don't know this song, I might if I heard it though.

[Codec]

It was stuck in my head so long I went and made it my ring tone!