Brass Monkeys

[Instrumental Intro] [Dusty vinyl crackle. A vintage voice sample:] “Well folks, you ain’t never seen a pair like this…” [Horns blast in with a deep boom-bap beat, layered with scratched records and jazzy piano riffs.] [Verse 1] Strolled in sharp with a brim tilted low, Whiskey neat, movin’ fast, talkin’ slow Rumors swirl—yeah, stories get told, Word is, he’s got brass... colder than gold Cigar lit, wink with a flash, Pocket watch swingin’, shoes full of class Ladies gasp, fellas all sneer, But when he walks by—yeah, he’s the man to fear [Chorus] [Chopped vocal sample repeating] “Brass! Brass! Monkeys!” [over heavy drums] Brass monkeys—swagger in the air, Heavy metal swingin’, no one dares to stare Brass monkeys—bold and unrefined, Got that clink-clank sound messin’ with your mind [Instrumental Section] [Record scratches slice through a gritty trumpet solo, layered with monkey hoots and clinking metal samples. Beat drops to a minimal bass thump before snapping back with full brass and snare rolls.] [Verse 2] Backroom deals, dice hit the floor, He’s got a smile like he’s keepin' score Cards in his hand, luck never strays, Brass hangin’ heavy like a prize on display Crowd leans in, tension gets thick, Ladies swoon, the men talk slick But talk is cheap when you walk that walk, He speaks with his boots—no need to talk [Chorus] [Brass hits and chopped vocal samples:] “Brass! Monkeys! Swingin’ low!” Brass monkeys—sippin’ gin with ease, Cooler than the wind in a midnight breeze Brass monkeys—no shame in his game, Say his name, yeah—it won’t sound the same [Bridge] [Vintage voice sample]: “He’s got a pair… bigger than life itself!” Smoke curls up like a curtain call, Brass gleamin’, watch 'em all fall Dice roll hot, drinks pour cold, Brass monkeys got stories untold [Final Chorus] [Layered horns, thick beats, and chopped samples:] “Brass... monkeys... swing it!” Brass monkeys—makin' heads turn quick, Heavy on the beat, smooth with the flick Brass monkeys—bold, brash, and loud, A man with metal that'll wow the crowd ("One more round—don’t hold back!") Brass monkeys—swagger in the haze, Crowd stands still, stuck in a daze Brass monkeys—got nothin’ to prove, But damn... he sure got a groove! [Outro] [Beat slows with final trumpet flourishes, record crackle returns. Vintage voice sample:] “And that, my friends... is what you call balls of brass.” [Cymbal crash, fading laughter, and the clink of a whiskey glass.]