When I was in the US Navy we had a sailor who we called MONK. When we got bored or drunk, which was often, we sang this version of the song to him.

We went to the Animal Fair,
The Birds and Bees were there,
The Big Baboon by the light of the moon was combing his Auburn Hair.
You should have seen the Monk,
He ran up the Elephants trunk,
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,
and what became of the Monk, the Monk, the Monk, the Monk

We would sing this ad nauseatum, until we either fell asleep or someone threatened to shoot us.