Juice Monkey

We're all monkeys. We're all monkeys. We're all monkeys. We're all monkeys, monkeys, monkeys, Monkeys, monkeys, monkeys, monkeys, Monkeys, We're All monkeys. I gotta tell you a little story about a Certain kind of monkey. Now this monkey is not A funky monkey. This monkey is a chunky monkey. And he stands in the corner all night long Giving it with the two fists. Four to the floor for this kind of monkey. I think you know who I'm talking about. Here comes the bass right to his face. It's the juice monkey. Identifying a juice monkey is not a hard thing To do. You just gotta open your eyes. Look in the corner. You see army pants. You see shaved chest. That's the juice monkey. Alright, you see two fists pumping uncontrollably to The bass like he just can't take it anymore. That's the juice monkey. That's The juice monkey. That's the juice monkey. That's the Juice monkey. That's the juice monkey. That's That's the juice monkey. That's the juice Monkey. My God. It's a city of apes. If it's hard to Find your juice monkeys, there's a way to make It easier. Just look for a stripper. Usually a juice monkey is accompanied by one or Many strippers. The strippers in the high heels, Short dress, long hair come to the club with The juice monkeys. You can spot these people by Seeing the leash attached to the cowbell. Juice monkeys for some reason react to cowbells. Hence the cowbell in this song. Bass, cowbells, four to the floor kicks. You got a juice monkey beat. That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. Uh-oh. I see juice monkeys to the side of me. I see juice monkeys to the back, juice monkeys To the front. They're closing in. There's too many juice monkeys. What else can I say, juice monkey? Look, I'm not frustrated. I made a song for you. I'm trying to Say, listen, I've got love. I'm not hating on you. You're a juice monkey. I'm not. You're dancing with a stripper. I'm not. It's cool. It's cool. Look, juice monkey, I'm not mad. I'm not mad, juice monkey. I'm not mad. Just dance. Just dance. Give it. Yo, here's the bass for you, juice monkey. Here we go. Juice monkey, juice monkey, Juice monkey, juice monkey, juice monkey, Juice monkey, monkey. See, I just did that for You, juice monkey. This whole song is for you. You're so ingrained in my brain, juice monkey, That you forced me to make a whole song, A whole song just for you, juice monkey. So here you go. Pump those fists. I want to see you pump it, juice monkey. Yeah, that's right. As long as you're with a Stripper. Honestly, I don't mind. You're, you're, you look good. You got army pants, shaved your chest. You got a stripper. Hey, I'm not dancing with A stripper. So good on you, I guess. What else can I say? Juice monkey, juice juice monkey, Juice monkey, juice monkey, juice monkey, Juice monkey. What Else Say? What else can I say? What else can I say? What else can I say?