O holy night, the stars are Brightly shining..
It is the night of our dear savior's birth.
O holy night, the something.. something.. distance.
It is the night with the Christmas trees and pie.
Jesus was born, and so I get presents
Thank you Jesus for being born!
Fall [Faaalll] On your knees.. [On your knees]
And hear.. [can't you hear] The angel's something.. [Voices]
O night [O night] Divine! [Divine]
The night when I get presents, O night [O night]
Beefcake! Oh night, O night devine..
You know, Kathie Lee.. you are a very special woman. I don't mean special in a Mary Tyler Moore way.. Or an extra-value meal at Happy Burger way.. No, I mean special, like the song of the hummingbird.. As it gets ready to find a female hummingburd.. And make sweet love to it, all night long. Just 2 hummingbirds, moaning and groaning.. Lettin' their bodies caress, and touch each other in ecstasy. Then Slowly the male hummingbird gets behind the female hummingbird.. And eases his way into her golden valley. Gliding Gently, in and out.. in and out.. ooh, in and out.. 2 hummingbirds doin' it doggy style all night long.. Until finally, the male hummingbird screams with passion.. and lets his little humming gravy fly all over the nest.. Yeah.. and it makes me wanna.. Makes me wanna sing this special song for you, Yeah baby..
Oh Kathie Lee, your such a special woman to me!
How I'd love to lay ya down..
And lick every inch of your bodaay with my tongue!
Kathie Lee, you're my sexual fantasy..
How 'bout you and me, get it together and make sweet love!
Cos, nobody can take your place, no way the could match your face
You've got it goin' on in a way so clear, I just wanna buy you a beer
I thought maybe tonight at 7:30 or something I could uh..
Come by and pick you up in my caaaaarrr..
No Substitute, No Substitute for you, No Substitute! No baby there's..
No Substitute, for you girl, No Substitute for you now!
I know you love my body so much
It's something you can't have but touch, oww!
I might let you if you promise to be gentle..
hmm, now i'm gettin' all sentimental..
Maybe after I pick you up in my car, we could bog down over by the gas station and go for 2 weeks and 1 night in the back seat and..
Drop you off at hooome..
No Substitute, No Substitute for you, No Substitute! No baby there's..
No Substitute, come on lemme sing.. No Substitute for you now!
Now you remember our 2 hummingbirds? Well, after their night of Passion.. The male hummingbird couldn't sleep or eat.. All he could think about was that one incredible night.. when feathers wee flying all over the nest, and beaks were where they shouldn't be.. So he puts his beak lips together and whistles a song.. Calling that femaly hummingbird back for another night of fire.. Just like i'm calling for you baby..
[chef whistles] Hey, get yo' ass over her for some good lovin'!
There's only one word that can describe you..
Your a flippety-floppity-hotcha-mamma-hoo-hoo!
You've got everything i've ever wanted..
..my metaphors have all been exhausted!
So what's say you and I forget about singing this song
And act like a couple of hummingbirds ourselves
and get down to some businessss..
No Substitute, No Substitute for you, No-no-no-no Substitute! No baby there's..
No Substitute, for you girl.. No-no-no-no-no-Substitute..
Ladies and Gentlemen, the fabulous.. Chef-ettes!
No-no-no-no-sub-sti-tute-for-you
no-no-no-no-no-no, for you girl.. No Substitute..
No Substitute, No substitute for you.. Kathie Leeeee!
Santa Claus is on his way
Loading goodies on his sleigh
Drop 'em off on Christmas Day
And I sing 'Howdy Ho!'
Kyle: Mr Hankey! Ssh, i'll get in trouble!
Folks will gather 'round the fire Sing a song, join the choir Pretty soon, they'll all retire And I sing 'Howdy Ho!'
Gerald: Kyle, what are you doing in there?
Kyle: uhh, nothing
Gerald: Open this door!
I hope that Santa comes real soon
and gives me--
Gerald: [shocked] KYLE!?
Yeah
1 - How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this
Repeat 1
[Mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit
My own niggas, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now
Repeat 1
[Lil' Kim]
Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter I enter
So why should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
Repeat 1
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum.. [O Fir Tree, O Fir Tree..]
Wie grun sind deine Blatter. [As green as your leaves.]
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum.. [O Fir Tree, O Fir Tree..]
Wie grun sind deine Blatter. [As green as your leaves.]
Du grunst nich nur zur Sommerzeit.. [you are green only in summertime.]
Nein auch im winter, wenn es schneit. [Also in winter, when it snows.]
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum.. [O Fir Tree, O Fir Tree..]
Wie grun sind deine.. [As green as your..]
Satan: Hey, Hitler.. What's the matter, little guy?
Hitler: Oh Satan, der tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blatter.
[Oh Satan.. The Fir tree, as green as it's leaves.]
Satan: Aww, you don't have a Christmas Tree?
Hitler: Nur zur Sommerzeit, nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.
[only in summertime, also in winter, when it snows!]
Chef: Baby, you know there's a lot of love between us
Sometimes that love goes bad
But other times its so right!
Yeah, I know we've been through some rough waters
But most of the time our thing is off the hook!
I just want to know one thing...
What child is this
You've laid to rest
At my feet
This is not the time.
I know that I'm not responsible
It's white so it cannot be mine.
No, this, this is Christ the King.
With a feeling of relief
I cannot sing.
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Mmmmm, Son of Mary!
(Son of Mary)
Little bitty baby!
(Mary)
So, bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant king to own Him.
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Son of Mary
(Son of Mary)
Little bitty baby
(Little bitty baby, yeah)
I'm gonna lay you down by the yule log
I'm gonna gonna love you right.
Baby, I'm gonna deck your halls
And silent your night!
You'll hear the herald angels sing
When I'm sliding off your bra.
I just can't wait to jingle your bells
And fa la la your la!
(Fa la la your la)
This, this is Christmas Day
A time for lovers to celebrate.
I'm gonna ding dong you merrily on high
Because this is the season for giving!
(Give it to me baby, give it to me baby)
...Season for giving
(Season for giving, give me love!)
...Season for living
(Season for living, give me love!)
...Season for giving
(Season for giving)
...Giving you love
(Give me love!)
...Giving you good love
(Season for good love!)
...Whole lotta love
(Give me love!)
...Making love
(Season for giving)
...By the fire
(Give me love!)
...Whole lotta love
(Season for good love)
...By the fire
(Give me love!)
...Don't need no mistletoe
(Season for giving)
...You've got toes
(Give me love!)
...Whole lotta loving
(Season for good love!)
...Love
(Give me love!)
...Jingle bells
(Season for giving, give me love!
...Fa la la your la.
(Season for good love, give me love!)
We three kings of Orient Are
Bearing gifts, we've travelled so far..
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Following Yonder Star..
Ooohh.. star of wonder, star of light
Star of royal beauty bright..
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.
Got this bug-eyed girl, cold hand on my knee..
Frozen teeth, chitter-chatter
Dressed up like a Cemetary, Like a Cemetary..
Snow Bound all winter, blue lips on my cheek..
Little tongues prowling round
And talking 'bout them hometown hicks
them hometown hicks..
Wake up Wendy! Smell the coffee
Help me into your cuddlesome kitchen..
Gimme a cup, of that ol' black magic
I wanna get me some of that ol' home cooking..
Can you feel it? Still is it freezing?
Wake up Wendy! Moods are changing
I've got a reason, you've got a feeling
Wake up Wendy, Love's in Season.
Feels like a Steam Clean, when she washes me..
Valves a-busting, pumps a-hissing
Just Peel me off the Ceiling, off the Ceiling..
Chill out, bug-eyed girl, zap me into cinders..
Up the thermal Mumbo-Jumbo
Melt me with your little love-fingers
your little love-fingers..
Wake up Wendy! Smell the coffee
Help me into your cuddlesome kitchen..
Gimme a cup, of that ol' black magic
I wanna get me some of that ol' home cooking..
Can you feel it? Still is it freezing?
Wake up Wendy! Moods are changing
I've got a reason, you've got a feeling
Wake up Wendy, Love's in Season.
Terrance: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka
You're a cock sucking ass licking uncle fucka
You're an uncle fucka, yes its true
Nobody fucks uncles quite like you
Phillip: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka
You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucka
You dont eat or sleep or mow the lawn,
You just fuck your uncle all day long
(farting noises)
Terrance: Hmm!
(farting noises)
(laughing)
(farting noises)
Some Guy: What's going on here?
(farting noises)
People: OOOoooooooooooooh
Fucker fucker uncle fucka uncle fucka fucka fucka fucka
T & P: Shut your fucking face uncle fucka (Terrance: uncle fucka)
Terrance: You're a boner biting bastard uncle fucka
Phillip: You're an uncle fucka I must say
Terrance: Well you fucked your uncle yesterday
Everyone: (laughing)
People: Uncle fucka... thats
Everyone: U-N-C-L-E fuck you Uncle
Fuckaaaaaa tonight...
Phillip: Suck my balls!
Many colors in the homo rainbow
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Many colors in the homo rainbow
Show me yours. I'm gonna show you mine
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
You give me shade from black to yellow
Many colors in the homo rainbow
A warm embrace and a kind-a hello
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
If you find a pot of gold
Every little thing is gonna work out fine
In the homo rainbow
Every single color, every walk of life
In & out changin, every day and night
From the golden shores of Kansas, to the middle of Japan
reach inside your soul and learn your fellow
There are many colors in the homo rainbow
Don't be afraid to let your colors shine
Don't be ashamed of what God made you
It's hard to be a Jew on Christmas
My Friends won't let me join in any games..
And I can't sing Christmas songs
Or decorate a Christmas tree..
Or leave water out for Rudolph
cos there's something wrong with me..
My people don't believe in Jesus Christ's divinity..
I'm a Jew, a Lonely Jew.. on Christmas.
Hanukkah is nice, but why is it,
That Santa passes over my house every year?
And instead of eating Ham
I have to eat Kosher LATKEES..
Instead of Silent Night
I'm singing hou-hazch-tou-gavish..
And what the fuck is up
With lighting all these fucking Candles, tell me please?
I'm a Jew, a Lonely Jew..
I can't be merry, cos I'm hebrew.. on Christmas
Hey Little Boy, I can't help but hear,
You're feeling left out of Christmas Cheer..
But i've come to see that you shouldn't be sad
'Cos this is the one month that you shoud be glad..
Because it's nice to be a Jew on Christmas
You don't have to deal with the season at all..
You don't have to be on your best behaviour, or give to charity
You don't have to go to grandma's house with your alcoholic family..
And I don't have to sit on some fake Santa's lap
And have him breathe his stinky breath on me!
That's right! You're a Jew, a Stylin' Jew..
It's a good time, to be Hebrew.. on Christmas.
Stockings are hung near the chimney
And the presents are under the tree.
And Mamma's in the kitchen
Making some herbal tea.
Windows are covered in frost
And the candles are all alight
But as I wander through this quiet house
Something just doesn't seem right
You see, every year the neighbors bring us
A Swiss Colony Beeflog.
But the neighbors aren't around (around, around)
And there's no beeflog to be found this year.
Christmas, isn't Christmas
Without a Swiss Colony Beeflog.
Without those cheeses and meat
I don't think I can get along.
My Mother tries to comfort me
She says 'Here son, have some eggnog'
I fucking hate eggnog seriously..
But what do I see?
Underneath the tree?
Grandma got a Swiss Colony Beeflog
Just for me! aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaah, grandma!
Swiss Colony Beeflog, baby
That's what Christmas is all abouut!
A roly-poly Colony beeflog, lady
Makes a little boy scream and shout!
Deck the halls with with boughs of Swiss Colony.
Fa-la-la-la-la, laa-laa-laa-laaaa! ..sweet!
I'm goin' down to South Park
gonna have myself a time
(Stan+Kyle) Friendly faces everywhere
humble folks without temptation
Goin' down to South Park
gonna leave my woes behind
(Cartman) Ample parking day or night
people spouting 'howdy neighbor!!!'
Headin' on up to South Park
gonna see if I can't unwind
(Kenny) I like girls with big vagina
I like girls with big, fat titties
So come on down to South Park, yeah
and meet some friends of mine!
I heard there is no Christmas,
In the silly Middle East..
No Trees, no Snow, no Santa Claus,
They have Different Religious beliefs..
They Believe in Muhammad,
And not in our Holiday..
And so every December,
I go to the Middle East and say..
Hey there Mr Muslim, Merry Fuckin' Christmas
Put down that book 'The Koran'
and hear some holiday wishes.
Incase you haven't noticed,
it's Jesus's Birthday
So get off you heathen Muslim Ass
And fuckin' celebrate.
There is no holiday season in india,
i've heard..
They don't hang up their stockings,
and that is just absurd..
They've never read a Christmas Story,
They Don't know what Rudolph is about..
And that's why in December,
I'll go to india and shout..
Hey there Mr Hinduist, Merry Fuckin' Christmas
Dring egg nog, and eat some Beef
and pass it to the Missus
Incase you haven't noticed,
It's Jesus's Birthday
So get off your heathen hindu ass,
And fuckin' celebrate.
Now I heard that in Japan,
Everyone just lives in sin..
They pray to several gods,
And put needles in their skin..
On December twenty-fifth,
all they do is eat a cake..
and that is why i'll go to Japan,
and walk around and say..
Hey there Mr Shintoist, Merry Fuckin' Christmas
God is gonna kick your ass You infidelic pagan scum.
Incase you haven't noticed,
There's festive things to do
So lets all rejoice for Jesus
and Merry Fuckin' Christmas to you.
On Christmas Day, I travel round the world and say..
Taoists, Krishnas, Buddists
and all you atheists too..
Merry Fuckin' Christmas to you.(Prolongue)
Thank you, Mr Hat..
In 1986, the University of California Davis, sought two of the
all-time brightest stars,
Dr. Alphonze Mephesto, and Dr. Arny Abe Sacrabin,
Dr. Mephesto worked hard toward his thesis,
his goal was to genetically duplicate the DNA structure of asparagus,
so that all asparagus would grow to the same girth and length,
giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was to genetically create the greatest musical
entertainer the world had ever seen,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin knew that if he could assemble the right elements he
could theoretically build a DNA structure,
that would ensure his creation of talent far surpassing the average
individual.
At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
testicles surgically removed,
thereby making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
before the surgery to insure the future of his name and lineage.
Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin,
of a secret cold storage locker
deep within the bowels of a used UCLA research center,
that not only contained four containers of frozen semen,
but also held a pair of testicles each was labeled with the name, Jack Michaelson.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
and this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
This had to be the seed of the king of pop,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin was able to use his charm and chiseled great features
to woo a young lab technician by the name of Jennifer,
who of course just happened to have the proper access needed to obtain a
small vile of the precious semen.
The search for the egg was a short one,
Dr. Mephesto simply ran an ad in the classified section of an LA Music
magazine. The ad read: "Wanted: Unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment.
Donors must have musical background."
With a plethora of young eager wannabe musical stardoms, willing to sell their eggs,
the two doctors, after rigorous auditioning, picked and purchased.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin felt that it would be far less complicated legally,
if the fetus was brought to term in the womb of a non human.
He had long since secured the services of the University Volleyball
Mascot,
a llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
the child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named Kevin.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
and this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?"
Kevin was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
aspects of performing, his voice was golden and had a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able to moonwalk by the time he was three.
As Kevin grew with talent, Dr. Abe Sacrabin started noticing odd
developments in his physical state.
When Kevin lost his baby teeth, his secondaries came in with a vengeance,
they were at least twice the size as a normal adult's and the two in
front stuck nearly straight out, also as Kevin reached the 8th year,
he was the same height as he was when he was 4.
To top it off, he was growing hair all over and his penis was enormous,
even by adult standards.
It also dawned on the doctor that even through all the years of hearing Kevin's singing,
he rarely spoke, often chosing to communicate through various grunts and gurgles
I once heard a voice, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
and this is what he said,
"I am gopher boy, pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
Other's were noticing the changes in Kevin,
the children began to tease him, and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
Suddenly, in a fury, Kevin rushed at Big Roy and bit 3 fingers off on his left hand.
Kevin was taken away and placed in the custody of the state,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin actions were found out,
but because there was no legislation concerning the genetic construction
of another human being,
no criminal charges were brought forth.
The medical association's board of ethics stripped him of all his
credentials and his reputation was ruined,
in fact, his name became so synonymous with failure,
that for years to come, med students around the world were known to say
in time of mishap,
"Damn, I feel just like Abe Sacrabin."
Dr. Mephesto immediately began proceeds to adopt little Kevin.
Being a noted scientist and the creator of the cloned asparagus,
it wasn't long before the two were legally united as father and son.
They moved to Colorado, where they live in relative obscurity.
Kevin is still a boy, of few spoken words, sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles,
but on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden
singing voice, ring out into the night, over the small town, of South Park.
"I am gopher boy pondering reality,
I am Gopher Boy, who will buy my raspberries?"
Damien: Everybody hates me!
Mr. Mackey: why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr. Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Some Kid: Dude this is pretty fucked up right here!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman,
Barbrady: Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
and if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Damien: Dumb asses!
Stan: Ow!
Cartman: God damn it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huuh Sick
Mr. Hankey: Ahhhhh
Cartman: You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Kyle: What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongaloid?!?
Cartman: Don't call me fat buttfucker!
Kyle: You're such a fat fuck Cartman, that when you walk down the street people say,
God damnit that kid's a big fat fuck!!!
Cartman: Hey!
Mr. Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very distrubed little boy.
Ms. Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. Cartman: You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
Cartman: God Damnit!
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr. Garrison: Dumb ass, what a retard!
Stan: Fatso!
Cartman: Hey.
Stan: Dude.
Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: Bitch.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my butt, and than there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Pip: Lunchy munchys umm!
Stan: At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack & Whore magazine!
Cartman: Don't call me fat buttfucker.
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Hankey: Hiddy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy Shit it's Jesus!
Cartman: Pigfucker!
Stan: Dude don't say pigfucker in front of Jesus
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black shorts..the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier
Chef: Sydney Potier!?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: Piss ass little hick!
Stan: You ugly scank!
Cartman: Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for
you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some
guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
Some Kid: This is pretty fucked up right here!
Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Total weirdo freak!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Stan: Oh my god!
Kyle: oh my god
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Kyle: Ohh!
Cartman: Ohhoh!
Ooooooooww
Damien: Everybody hates me!
Mr. Mackey: why do you suppose that is?
Damien: Because I'm the son of the devil!
Mr. Mackey: Uh huh that's a good start, why else?
Some Kid: Dude this is pretty fucked up right here!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Chef: Hello there children. Let me sing you a little song:
I'm gonna make love to you woman,
Barbrady: Well you ain't Veiona Apple,
and if you ain't Veiona Apple I don't give a rat's ass.
Reporter: What would drive a man to such a disgusting act?
Some Woman: My god that's disgusting!
Stan: Whoa dude, how do you have sex with a chicken?
Damien: Dumb asses!
Stan: Ow!
Cartman: God damn it!
Stan: Dude!
Kyle: Huuh Sick
Mr. Hankey: Ahhhhh
Cartman: You get you bitch ass back in the kitchen, and make me some pie!
Kyle: What the hell would you know you fat sweaty mongaloid?!?
Cartman: Don't call me fat buttfucker!
Kyle: You're such a fat fuck Cartman, that when you walk down the street people say,
God damnit that kid's a big fat fuck!!!
Cartman: Hey!
Mr. Mackey: I mean your one screwed up little kid, do you understand?
Cartman: He is a very distrubed little boy.
Ms. Cartman: You want some Cheesy Poofs?
Cartman: Yeah I want Cheesy Poofs!
Ms. Cartman: You can have a ensy wensy bit can't you?
Cartman: Well?
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Cartman: Okay!
Ms. Cartman: I bought you some Cheesy Poofs and Happy tarts
Cartman: God Damnit!
Ms. Cartman: Just a wensy ensy woo-woo?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Garrison: What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Say some thing Mr. Hankey (Ahh)
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny. Dude, Kenny is dead.
Mr. Garrison: Dumb ass, what a retard!
Stan: Fatso!
Cartman: Hey.
Stan: Dude.
Mr. Garrison: Don't be such a little wuss!
Barbrady: Fruitcake!
Cartman: Bitch.
Wendy T: No, I'm not acting like a freak!
Cartman: Well I was standing out in a field and I had this huge satellite dish
sticking out of my butt, and than there were hundereds of cows and aliens, and
then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye!
Stan: What the hell are you talking about!
Mr. Garrison: There are no stupid questions, just stupid people!
Wendy: Barf is gross!
Cartman: Nobody gives a rat's ass!
Pip: Lunchy munchys umm!
Stan: At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack & Whore magazine!
Cartman: Don't call me fat buttfucker.
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Starvin' Marvin: Yeah I want da cheezy poof!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Mr. Hankey: Hiddy Ho!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Holy Shit it's Jesus!
Cartman: Pigfucker!
Stan: Dude don't say pigfucker in front of Jesus
Jesus: Yay, believe in me, and ye shall find peace!
Ring Announcer: Wearing very very black shorts..the king of all that is evil...
Towns People: Barbera Striesand, Barbera Striesand!
Barbera Striesand: I'm Barbera Striesand!
Chef: Barbera Striesand?
Leonard Maltin: Barbera Striesand
Kyle: Kick the baby!
Ike: Don't kick the baby!
Leonard Maltin: Leonard Maltin
Leonard Maltin: Sydney Potier
Chef: Sydney Potier!?!
Stan: Oh yeah.
B.S.: Piss ass little hick!
Stan: You ugly scank!
Cartman: Damn your black heart, Barbera Stiesand! Hey!
Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for
you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some
guy I don't even know on my dad's bed!
Some Kid: This is pretty fucked up right here!
Cartman: Let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: You bastards!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Kyle: Total weirdo freak!
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny!
Stan: Oh my god!
Kyle: oh my god
Stan: Oh my god they killed Kenny.
Dude Kenny is dead!
Kyle: Ohh!
Cartman: Ohhoh!
Ooooooooww
Well, Kyle's mom a bitch, she a big fat bitch, she the biggest bitch in the whole
wide world. She's a
stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch. She's a bitch to all the boys and girls.
Monday, she's a bitch. On Tuesdays, she's a bitch and Wednesday through Saturday,
she's a bitch.
Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super King Kamayamaya beeyoch.
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom? She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide
world. She's a
mean old bitch and has stupid hair. She's a b-b-b-b-b-bitch. B-b-b-b-b-b-cause she's
a stupid
bitch. Kyle's mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch. Kyle's mom is a biiiitcha.
Well, Kyle's mom is a bitch, she's a big fat bitch,
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean old bitch if there ever was a bitch,
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls
On Monday she's a bitch, on Tuesday she's a bitch
On Wednesday through Saturday she's a bitch
Then on Sunday, just to be different,
She's a Super-King-Kamehameha Beeyatch
Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom,
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
She's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair
She's a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
She's a stupid bitch!
Kyle's mom's a bitch, and she's just a dirty bitch!
Kyle's mom...is a...biiiitch! Tchah!
Mr. Mackey: There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs and alchohol and sex with women-mmkay
But its when you do these things too much
That you've become an addict and must get back in touch
You can do it Its all up to you-mmmmmkay
With a little plan you can change your life tooo-day
You dont have to spend your life addicted to smack
Homeless on the streets giving handjobs for crack
Follow my plan and very soon you will see-eeyy, its easy mmkay
Step 1: Instead of ass say buns, like "kiss my buns" or "you're a buns hole"
Step 2: Instead of shit say poo, as in "bull poo", "poo head" and this "poo is cold"
Step 3: With bitch drop the t because bich is latin for generosity
Step 4: Dont say fuck any more because fuck is the worst word that you can say
So just use the word mmmkay!
Children: We can do it its all up to us-mmmkay (mmmkay)
With a little plan we can change our lives tooo-day
Mr, Mackey: you can change it today
Everyone: We don't have to spend our lives shootin up in the trash
Homeless on the streets giving handjobs for cash
Follow this plan and very soon you will see-eey
Its easy mmkay!
Mr. Mackey: Step 1 Children: Instead of ass say buns, like kiss my buns or
you're a buns hole
Mr. Mackey: Step 2 Children: Instead of shit say poo, as in bull poo, poo head and
this poo is cold
Mr. Mackey: Step 3 Children: With bitch drop the t because bich is latin for
generosity
Mr. Mackey: Step 4 Children: Dont say fuck any more
Everyone: Cuz fuck is the worst word that you can say
Children: Fuck is the worst word that you can say
We shouldn't say fuck, no we shouldn't say fuck, fuck nooooo!!!
Mr. Mackey: Your cured, you can go!
Everyone: We don't have to spend our lives shootin up in the trash
homeless on the streets giving handjobs for cash
Follow this plan and very soon you will saaay
Its easy mmmkay!
Children: It's easy mmmkay!
Mr. Mackey: It's easy mmmkay!
Children: It's easy mmmkay!
Mr. Mackey: It's easy mmmkaaaaaaaayy
Children: It's easy mmm
It's easy mmm
It's easy mmm
It's easy mmmkaaaay
(both finish at same time)
(laughing)
Mr. Mackey: Mmmkay
Mmmkay
Mmmkay
Howdy folks, lets go for a ride
Get your favourite one to sit by your side
Cuddle up in the sleigh
Giddy-up, Nelly Gray
And away we go!
While you're listening to the sleigh bells ring
You're yodelling to your baby
You'll feel nice and warm
No matter how cold it may be!
Take a look at little Jack and Jill
They ski down a hill
There's a snow plow turn
Look, there's a spill
There's a spill on the hill
When you're down, it's a thrill..
to get up again!
Everybody ought to learn to ski
'cos that's how we first met!
We were that Jack and Jill
That came down the hill
When I looked at you
My heart took a spill
Took a spill on the hill
It's a thrill that I can't forget!
It happened in Sun Valley
Not so very long ago..
There were sunbeams in the snow
And a twinkle in your eye..
I remember, oh so clearly
That you nearly passed me by..
Then it happened in Sun Valley
When you slipped and fell, and so did I!
Wendy: Catch me, Stan! [stan barfs] Eeew!
Look Stan, I made a snow angel! [stan barfs] Eeeew!
I remember, oh so clearly
That you nearly passed me by..
Then it happened in Sun Valley
When you tripped and fell, and so did I!
Now every year we go back and then
We recall that fall and that moment when
We were there on the hill
So, we both take a spill
And we're Jack and Jill, again!
[wendy kisses stan]
[stan barfs] Eeeeew!
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas Day..
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
And what was in those ships, all three?
On Christmas day in the [laughing]
Shut up TURDS!
..was in those ships, all three?
On Christmas day in the morning.
The Virgin Mary and Christ were there [laughing]
On Christmas day, on Christmas day..
The Virgin Mary and [more laughing]
Shut up TURDS!
.. Christ were there
on Christmas day in the morning.
And let us all rejoice amain
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And let [laughing] I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!
... all rejoice amain on Christmas day in the morning
Shelley is starting to get pissed.. [laughing]
On Christmas day, on Christmas day.. [more laughing]
Shelley got up, and killed them turds.. [laughing]
On Christmas day IN THE MORNING!
[Smashing piano noise] [AAAHHH!]
Baby, every time we kiss, Hot Lava
And every time that we make love, that's Lava, Hot Lava
It's lava so hot, it makes me sweat
And lava so warm, it's red and wet
Mountain is rumbling, We must find a safer place
Soon half of Pele, Will fall upon your face
Great Nectar of the Gods spews far from Pinatabo
Mixed with a Women's Sweat, it makes the Lava we know
Baby, every time we kiss, Hot Lava
And every time that we make love, that's Lava, Hot Lava
It's lava so hot, it makes me sweat
And lava so warm, it's red and wet
Burnin' through the forest, Where Red hot lava flows
Rolls down the islands body, and into the ocean below
When it meets the cool, cool water, there's a big flow of the living
Rich magma flowing into a sobiquious environment, Produces Pillow Lava
And starts a pressure of sea water
Tends to inhabit the vesical size of the basalt
Baby, every time we kiss, Hot Lava
And every time that we make love, that's Lava, Hot Lava
It's lava so hot, it makes me sweat
And lava so warm, it's red and wet
And after the eruption, you lay dormant for a while
Let's just hold each other and talk, For now, Pele sleeps
Baby, every time we kiss, Hot Lava
And every time that we make love, that's Lava, Hot Lava
It's lava so hot, it makes me sweat
And lava so warm, it's red and wet
Baby, every time we kiss, Hot Lava
And every time that we make love, that's Lava, Hot Lava
It's lava so hot, it's red and wet
And lava so warm it makes me sweat.
Voice: Production?
Sid: Its Sid Greenfield for Matt and Trey.
Voice: Hold on..
Matt: Hello?
Sid: Trey?
Matt: Oh no, this is Matt.
Sid: Matt.. it's Sid Greenfield
Matt: Oh, Hey Sid! What's going on man?
Sid: Uh, hello.. uh listen, uh man, okay, this is you and me talkin' here, okay? Okay, listen, I'm sitting here, bleeding out my ass.
Matt: Umm, right..
Sid: Okay.. and you know why, man?
Matt: Why?
Sid: Because of this Mousse T track.
Matt: Oh, horny horny horny?
Sid: Yeah, and you know, its, its gotta go on the Southpark Album.
Matt: Oh no dude, we've already talked about this, we hate this song..
Sid: No, i know you..
Matt: We've already talked about this!
Sid: I know you hate it, I hate it, everyone hates it.. but listen, we need this pop song on the album! This is what the kids wanna hear.. This is where the money's gonna be made!
Matt: I don't care about that!
Sid: I'm the only one who agrees with you, okay? This is huge in europe right now, and everyone in Europe hate you except for me, okay? I'm your, i'm your guy here, okay? Listen to me..
Matt: Right..
Sid: This song, is the best song ever written.
Matt: How can you say that?
Sid: What'd I say? Matt: 'This is the best song ever written.' Sid: I agree with you man! I agree with you right there, it is a great song, and I know that, i know its a great song..
Matt: Hold on, i'll.. Trey, Trey? They, they wanna put that uh, that Mousse T, that horny horny horny song, they wanna put in on the album.
Trey: No dude, we said no! I thought i told him no last week!
Sid: Okay Matt, Matt, listen.. you know what? This is just you and me talking, but Fuck trey.
Trey: This is Trey!
Sid: Okay Trey, listen to me.. this is you and me talking here, The Mousse T track, its gotta go on the album..
Trey: No!
Sid: Hello?
Trey: Hello.
Sid: Will you listen to this song just one more time?
Trey: No..
Sid: Okay, here it goes.. here it is.
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long
Sid: Are you listening?
Matt: This song sucks man!
Trey: This song sucks! We've already talked about this!
Sid: Listen, listen to this part..
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long
Sid: Woooo!
Sid: You see that man! You gotta give it a chance.. Let it get under your skin.. You can't tell me that your feet ain't moving.
You've got me horny in the mornin' and you kno-o-ow..
I tried to call you, but I cannot find the telephone
I sent a message through the Internet, but it rejected..
I wrote a letter, and I sent it with the po-o-ost.
The post it takes so long, I've got to sing this song..
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby?
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me do..
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you!
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: Yeeeaah!
So horny.. horny, horny, horny.
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: Ooooh, feel it man.
So horny.. I'm horny, horny, horny tonight!
I searched from town to town, but I can't find my bird, oh no..
I got so desperate, that I sent a rocket to the moon.
In New York City, someone said they saw you singing the blues..
But it was a man from Nowhere Land that looked like you.
I will keep searching on, this feeling's much too strong..
My heart is ringing, so I'm singing this song for you!
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: You see that Matt? They're singing 'horny horny horny', but its actually a metaphor for being horny, its genious..
So horny.. horny, horny, horny.
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: Have you ever been horny, matt?
So horny.. I'm horny, horny, horny tonight!
Sid: Matt? Matt are you still listen.. Matt, are ya still listening?
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight!
Sid: Arrgh, Son of a bitch! Matt, god dammit! Pick up the phone!
I'm horny, horny, horny tonight!
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long..
Matt: I'm still here
Sid: Hi Matt.
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long..
Sid: See, check this part out right here..
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long..
I'm horny all night long, I'm horny all night long..
The post it takes so long, I've got to sing this song..
To let you know how I feel, what's the deal baby?
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me do..
Matt: We said no to this song, like, a month ago.. it sucks!
Sid: Listen Matt, you know i agree with your, you know I always agree with you, right?
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you!
Sid: Matt, you are wrong here!
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
So horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: Matt, you don't understand, its European!
Matt: I don't care about that!
I'm horny.. horny, horny, horny.
Sid: What if its the last song on the album?
Matt: No.
Sid: Okay, what if its the first song on the album?
Matt: No.
Sid: What if we get Deff Leppard do do it?
Matt: No!
Matt: All we wanted to do is have South Park Album..
Sid: I agree..
Matt: We didn't wanna pack it with bullshit, its bullshit
Sid: I agree! I mean, thats why, uh..
Matt: No, this song, is NOT going on the South Park Record! Its NOT going on the album!
Sid: Matt, Okay, listen, okay Matt.. this is you and me talking here, Matt.. You said no, you listened to it, you said no.. so i'm not gonna put it on the album. You know why Matt? Because i'm your guy.
Well, I guess that's about the end of my Christmas Album. Gosh, it was sure nice hanging out with you all again! And I guess if there's just one thing I have left to say, it would be this:
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas..
Let your heart be light
From now on..
our troubles will be out of sight.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
From now on..
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days..
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us..
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together..
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a Merry Little Christmas now.
Cartman: Time to go Mr Hankey..
Mr Hankey: Goodbye everybody, And Merry Christmas!
Kyle: Bye Mr Hankey.. see you next year!
[toilet flushes]
Hark! The Herald Angels sing
Glory to the new born king
Peace on earth and merry mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
Hark! The Herald Angels sing
Glory to the new born king.
Baby, when I think about you..
I think about love.
Darling, can't live without you..
and your lo-mrrrrrh.
If I had those golden dreams
of my yesterday..
I would wrap you in the Heavens
And feel it mrrh, mrrh, mrrh, mrrh
[Feel like makin']
Feel like makin' love..
Feel like makin' love..
Feel like makin' love..
Feel like makin' love to you.
Baby, If I think about you..
I think about Love!
Darling, If I live without you..
I live without Love! [mrrh]
And if I had the sun and the moon..
mrrh! mgrggh! mrrrh!
I would give you both night and day
Love satisfying.. Feel Like, mrh, makin..
Feel Like Making LOVE!
Feel Like Making, mrgh, love.. Feel Like Making LOVE!
Feel Like Making, mggh, mrrgh..
Feel Like Making LOVE!
Feel Like.. making love..
Feel Like Making LOVE!
Feel Like Making Love to yooou!
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday we'll all be dead.
The minute we're born, we start dying,
We die a little more every day..
Young or old, rich or poor,
There's nothing we can do to stop it..
So look long at that Christmas tree,
It may be the last one that you see..
Decorate your house in green and red,
'cos someday you'll be dead..
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday we'll all be dead.
It might happen in a couple months
Or 50 years from now..
But no matter when it happens
It will seem too soon to you..
So be sure on Christmas eve
When you snuggle into bed..
That you thank God for your family
'cos someday they'll be dead..
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday we'll all be dead.
Who knows how many Christmas's
Are left in their short lives?
Nobody knows, that my point!
Enjoy them while you can.
And so on Christmas morning
Let good tidings fill your head..
What a festive season,
Someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, someday you'll be dead
Dead, Dead, Dead, everyone you know, dead.
A very Merry Christmas to you!
Dead, Dead, Dead..
Merry Christmas Everybody!
Well i'll tell you what..
Maybe we should have ourselves
a little christmas, right here..
C'mon everybody, gather 'round!
String up the lights and light up the trees
We're gonna make some revelry..
Spirits are high, so I can tell
It's Christmas time in hell!
Demons are nicer as you pass them by
There's lots of demon toys to buy
The snow is falling, and all is well
It's Christmas time in hell!
There goes Jeffrey Dahmer
With a festive Christmas ham..
After he has sex with it
He'll eat up all he can..
And there goes John F Kennedy
Carolling with his son..
Reunited for the holidays
God bless us, everyone!
Everybody has a happy glow
Let's dance in blood, and pretend it's snow..
Even Mao Tse Tung is under the spell
It's Christmas time in hell!
Satan: Adolf, here's a present for you!
Adolf: Oh? Ein Tannenbaum!
Satan: Yes, Ein Tannenbaum!
God cast me down from heaven's door
To rule in hell forever-more
But now i'm kinda glad that I fell
'Cos it's Christmas time in hell!
Here's a rack to hang the stockings on
We still have to shop for Genghis Khan
Michael Landon's hair looks swell
It's Christmas time in hell!
There's Princess Diana
holding burning mistletoe
Over Poor Gene Siskel's head
Just watch his weenie grow!
For one day we all stop burning
and the flames are not so thck
All the screaming and the torture stops
As we wait for old St Nick!
So, String up the lights and light up the trees
We're damned for all eternity..
But for just one day, all is well
It's Christmas time in hell!
Get a toast together and make it quick
We've gotta make room for Andy Dick..
Wake his mother and ring the bell..
It's Christmas time.. [christmas time x3]
Christmas time.. [christmas time x3]
It's Christmas time in hell!
..Merry Christmas, Movie house!
Two Tablespoons of cinnamon, and 2 or 3 eggwhites
Half a stick of butter, meeeelted..
Stick it all in a bowl baby, Stir it with a wooden spoon
Mix in a Cup of Flour, you'll be in heaven soon
Say everybody have you seen my balls?
They're big and salty and brown
If you ever need a quick Pick-me-up
Just stick my balls in your mouth!
Ooh, suck on my chocolate salty balls,
Stick em in your mouth and suck em!
Suck on my Chocolate Salty balls
they're packed full of vitamins, and good for you,
So suck on My balls!
Quarter cup of unsweeted chocolate, and half cup of brandy
Then throw in a bag or two of sugar, and just a pinch of vanilla
Grease up the cookiesheet, cos i hate when my balls stick
Then Preheat the oven to 350°, and give that spoon a lick
Say everybody have you seen my balls?
They're big and salty and brown
If you ever need a quick Pick me up
Just stick my balls in your mouth...
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Stick em in your mouth and suck em!
Suck on my Chocolate Salty balls
they're packed full of goodness, high in Fibre
Suck on My balls!
[sniff sniff] Hey, wait a minute, what's that smell?
Smells like something burning
Well, that don't confront me none
As long as I get my rent paid on the Friday.
Baby you'd better get back in the Kitchen..
Cos i've gotta Sneaking Suspicion..
Oh man baby, baby! You just burnt my balls!
Someone help me, my balls are on fire!
Get some ice baby! My balls are Burning!
Get some water, pour some water on me!
My Balls are burning!
Help me, Blow on em, Blow on em, do something!
Ooh, suck on my chocolate salty balls
Stick em in your mouth and suck em!
Suck on my Chocolate Salty balls
Put em out baby, Blow em!
Suck on my balls, baby! Suck on my balls Baby!
Suck on my red hot, salty, chocolate balls
Put em out baby, hoo, hoo
Suck on my balls...
Hark! Hear the Bells, Sweet Silver Bells,
All seem to say, Ding Dong, m'kay.
Christmas is here, Bringing good cheer,
To young and old, meek and the bold.
Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong, That is their song,
With joyful ring, all caroling
One seems to hear, words of the cheer
From everywhere, filling the air, m'kay
Oh, how they pound, raising the sound
or here and there, telling their tale
Gailly they ring, While People sing
Songs of the Cheer, Christmas is here
On, on they send, on without end
Their Joyful tone, to every home
Hark! Hear the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, Ding Dong, m'kay
On, on they send, On without end
Their joyful tone, to every home.
Ding-dong-ding-dong m'kay-m'kay-m'kay... m'kay!
Ahhhhhhh,
Cartman: Mach 10!
Kyle: Cartman, this isn't Mach 10,
Cartman: Shut up, mach 10!
Sit right back and ya hear a tale, of a hustler around my way,
We used to climb around the block, where my grandma stayed,
Black BMW with rims to match, Windows bulletproof,
One time he jumped out the car, He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
Sit right back and ya hear a tale, with a young girl around the way, West Side!
We used to dance around the way, from where my home boy stayed,
Black BMW with rims to match, Windows bulletproof,
One night she jumped out the car, and caught a bullet in her bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
C'mon, Ahhhhhhhh
Cartman: Mach 10, you guys!
Kyle: This isn't mach 10, Cartman!
Cartman: It is Mach 10!
Kenny, your family's poor, get up Kenny!
Kenny, your dad's alcoholic!
Kenny: Fuck you Cartman!
Cartman: Yeah, Mach 10, in the big house, you guys,
Kyle: Cartman you're ruining the song,
Cartman: Fuck you guys
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose,
He can be, at a party getting loose,
But you can catch a bullet in your goose,
Kyle: Damn that's high, dude.
California Sun has Sunk
Behind Anaheim Hills it comes tonight
I was high on Junk
And the warm winter's ending and I feel alright
Well a crim, it hurt, make a bargain with the world
She starts obsessing when you shot a little gun
I spend my day in blackness, at night I get my Vision
Doctor comes, there ain't no indecision..
Cause it's wild
Well it's wild, wild, wild, wild..
California Sun has Sunk
Behind Anaheim Hills it comes tonight
I was high on Junk
And the warm winter's ending and I feel alright
I get destructive, I start opinions
I'm no longer respected in this new Transition
According to a friend, my long time senate
Disastrous living, disastrous living
Cause it's wild
Cause it's wild, wild, wild, wild...
California Sun has Sunk
Behind Anaheim Hills it comes tonight
I was high on Junk
And the warm winter's ending and I feel alright...
Cause its WILD!
Cause it's WILD! Wild, Wild Wiiillldd!
California sun has Sunk
Behind Anaheim Hills it comes tonight
I was high on Junk
And the warm winter's ending and I feel alright
Yeah ALRIGHT!!
What would Brian Boitano do
If he was here right now,
He'd make a plan
And he'd follow through,
That's what Brian Boitano'd do.
When Brian Boitano was in the olympics,
Skating for the gold,
He did two sow cows and a triple lutz,
While wearing a blind fold.
When Brian Boitano was in the alps,
Fighting grizzly bears,
He used his magical fire breath,
And saved the maidens fair.
So what would Brian Boitano do
If he were here today,
I'm sure he'd kick an ass or two,
That's what Brian Boitano'd do.
I want this V-chip out of me,
It has stunted my vo-ca-bu-lar-y.
And I just want my Mom
To stop fighting everyone
For Wendy I'll be an activist, too,
Cuz that's what Brian Boitano would do.
And what would Brian Boitano do,
He'd call all the kids in town,
And tell them to unite for truth
That's what Brian Boitano would do.
When Brian Boitano travelled through time
To the year 3010,
He fought the evil robot king
And saved the human race again
And when Brian Boitano built the pyramids,
He beat up Kublia Khan
Cuz Brian Boitano doesn't take shit from an-y-body
So lets all get together,
And unite to stop our Mom's
And we'll save Terrance and Phillip too,
Cuz that's what Brian Boitano do.
And we'll save Terrance and Phillip too,
Cuz that's what Brian Boitano dooooooo,
That's what Brian Boitano do.
Tonight is Right For Love..
You know I wanna touch you where the lights don't go
Tonight is Right For Love..
with Meredith Baxter Burney.
Expressing love so sweet..
I'll keep you burning like a dog in heat
Tonight is Right For Love..
with Meredith Baxter Burney.
We had a love that was so magical..
Meredith Baxter Burney, Burning, Burning in my soul
I'm not talking about Meredith Baxter Burney today, no..
I'm talking about Meredith Baxter Burney
that was on Family Ties 10 years ago..
After the love comes the darkness of hell..
A demon inside you like a bottomless well..
Nothing is safe, and everything is a lie..
Love doesn't last, no matter hard you try..
Burning, burning, through your brain I think of a pain.. [hey meat]
and then you finally realise that it's all a mistake.. [meatloaf..]
Splinters of wood getting forced in your eyes!
Shes been the one [meat!], and it gets wrapped in half..
Your skins coming off and you roll in the salt.. [meat! meat!]
Meatloaf: What?
Chef: Where you going son?
Meat: Oh gosh..
Chef: Come back to us we're over here!
Meatloaf: Oh.. Sorry Chef man, i'm sorry
Chef: Okay but this song is about Meredith Baxter Burney, not not about splitting wood in your eyes!
Meatloaf: Your right..
Chef: Here, have a taco
Meatloaf: Ah, a taco! great, I need a taco... [crunch]
Chef: Your messing up my business with Meridith Baxter Burney.. Alright?
Meatloaf: [crunch] mmmm.. umm, yeah, great..
Tonight is right for love..
The rain is falling and Jay Leno is on
Let's turn down the lights, turn up the volume and go crazy.
I'll touch your body and soul..
And change your shadows with remote control
Cos tonight is right for love..
With Meredith Baxter Burney!
Howdy Ho.
Virgin Mary was sleepin'
When Angel Gabriel appeared
He said, "You are to be the virgin mother."
But Mary thought that was weird.
Mary said, "I'm not a virgin.
I blew a guy last year."
But then Gabriel said to Mary,
"My child, have no fear."
Oh, you can suck all the dick you want
And still be a virgin, Mary.
You can suck all the dick you want
And still not be considered flawed.
Although you went to town and sucked some semen down,
You're still a virgin in the eyes of God.
There was no room at the inn
When Mary and Joseph did arrive.
But they were so very tired, you see,
And Mary had to offer a bride.
Since she had no money,
How would she pay for a place to sleep?
Gabriel appeared to Mary
And told her not to weep.
'Cause you can suck all the dick you want
And still be a virgin, Mary.
You can suck all the dick you want
And still be the mother of Christ.
If there's no room at the inn, then it's not considered a sin
To suck some dick to get a room for the night!
Then, three wise men did appear
Bearing gifts of myrrh and such
They said that they had followed a star
And missed a woman's touch
Mary thought she might pleasure them
But could not take them to bed.
But again, Gabriel appeared to her
And this is what he said:
"You can suck all the dick you want
And still be a virgin, Mary.
You can suck all the dick you want
Every one that hangs in the nation.
Fellatio ain't no sin. Go on and blow those Three Wise Men
And you'll still be a virgin 'cause there was no penetration!
So, you can suck all the dick you want
And still be a virgin, Mary.
The donkey and the ox and the lambs
And even the little drummer boy
People will remember your name quick. They'll say "Damn, that bitch could suck a good dick!"
'Cause sucking dick brings peace on Earth and joy.
[slowing] 'Cause sucking dick brings peace on Earth and [normal] joy.
Mary, Mary, suck that dick.
Baby, you know you're the one for me
And all that i want to be is..
You, and me, and Her, Simultaneous!
You and me, and Her, Simultaneous lovin' baby!
Two or three, Simultaneous, Ow, come on!
Have an open mind, pull my trigger down
Gimme the last Cold Turkey brass, make it fast
Take my ass to town.
Have an open mind, send my cares away
Ring my bells, jigga well, what the hell, Today's your lucky day!
You, and me, and Her, Simultaneous!
You and me, and Winona Ryder, Simultaneous lovin' baby!
Two or three, Simultaneous, Ow, come on!
Have an open mind, it's a normal thing to do
Don't be prude, just get nude, aww ya bein rude, i would do it for you!
Have an open mind, your the only one I love
These girls you see here, they don't mean anything, let's all get in da tub!
You, and me, and Her too, Simultaneous
You and me, and yo' mamma and yo' sister, Simultaneous lovin', baby!
Two or three, Simultaneous, Ow, come on!
Have an open mind, Don't be so mean to me
Call your sister, and your momma and your aunt, it's every man's fantasy
Have an open.. WHOH BABY! Put that knife away!
Don't be mad, i'll take it back, just like we can make love YOUR way
I'm talkin' bout You, and me
And some flowers and some wine, instantaneous
You, and me, and Whitney Houston, umm on the radio baby, on the radio!
Some candles, and some good feelings, just the 2 of us, aww fudge it..
I'm talking about You, and me! And her and her and her! Simultaneous!
You, and me! All the women in the house! Simultaneous Lovin!
Three, or Seven! Make it a Baker's dozen!
All the women in the house clap your hands, woooo..
Now that'd be a party, Ladies!
I don't walk, I stalk, livingh foul like Pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Sucking my dick and my mother fucking balls, G.
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
Blood bath went I let the fucking rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook, Taken out over a dirty look
I bag game with niggers I leave shot dead
You're not taking a fucking thing from me but hot lead
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always scheming
In Jail, niggas holdin' a sink screaming
POLICE! But you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and alot more grease
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be running this
Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide..
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul..
Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black, and blue
Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you
Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew
Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do?
Sister of the universe, selecting me in time
I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme
If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm Through
And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you!
Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide..
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul..
Aaargggh, yargh, yargh, yargh..
Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide..
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul..
What you Mother fuckers invented
Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented
Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard
I call on Jesus
There's no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This is real, this is Elementary dear, Elementary, Watson,
Elementary, aaaarrgghh!
I ain't no picture on your fucking wall, necklace wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the P.
I know you don't recognize me now, I done cocooned
How many lightning bolts do it take to light up a fucking moon?
Brothers people, you'd better get the fuck off of me
We don't need it, it gets more ugly
Fools tryin' to bust their ass
Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name
I call myself in the bitch butthole
All the same, All the same, All the same
Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide..
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul..
We've all heard of Rudolph and his shiny nose..
And we all know frosty who's made out of snow..
But all of those stories seem kind of, Gay..
Cos we all know who brightens up our holiday..
Mr Hanky, The Christmas Poo
Small and Brown, he comes from you
Sit on the toilet, here he comes
Squeeze him tween your festive buns!
A present from down below
Speading joy with a 'howdy ho'!
He's seen the love inside of you
Cos he's a piece of poo!
Sometimes he's nutty, sometimes he's corny
He can be brown, or greenish-brown
But if you eat fibre on Christmas Eve
He might come to your town..
Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo
He loves me, I love you
Therefore vicariously, he loves you
'I can make a Mr Hanky too'!
Cartman: 'Well Kyle, where is he?'
Kyle: 'Uh, he's coming..'
Stan: 'Come on dude, Push!'
Kyle: 'I'm trying'
Cartman: 'Wait Wait! I can see his head'
Kyle: 'Here he comes..'
Mr Hanky: 'HOWDY HO!'
I'm Mr Hanky, the Christmas poo..
Seasons greetings to all of you..
Lets sing songs, and dance, and play..
Now, before I melt away..
Here's a game I like to play..
Stick me in your mouth and try to say..
'Howdy ho ho, yum yum yum
Christmas time has come!'
Sometimes he's runny, sometimes he's firm
Sometimes he practically water..
Sometimes he hangs off the end of your ass
And wont fall in the toilet,
cos he's just clinging to your sphincter
And he wont drop off, and so you shake your ass around..
And try to get it to drop in the toilet
And finally it does..
Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo
Christmas leaves, he must leave too..
Flush him down, but he's never gone,
His smell and his spirit lingers on.
Howdy ho!
I'm Gonna make love to you woman
Gonna lay ya down by the fire
And caress your womanly bod-ay
Make you moan and perspire
I'm gonna get those juices flowing
Making Love Gravy, Love Gravy, Love Gravy
Love, Love, Love..
I'm gonna make love to you, woman
Gonna lay you down by the fire..
And caress your womanly body
Make you moan and perspire..
I'm gonna get those juices flowing
Making Love Gravy, Love Gravy, Love Gravy
Love, Love, Love! Ooh-ee..
Open up a packet of my gravy..
Baby it's burning just for you..
Would you like another helpin' of my gravy?
Baby say yeah.. [yeah yeah yeah]
I'm gonna make love to ya woman
'gonna get a little freaky too..
With Lingerie and Leather
And a bottle of Superglue..
Let's make a Human Pretzel
Dip it in Love Gravy, Love Gravy, Love Gravy
Love, Love, Love! Ooh-ee..
Open up a packet of my gravy..
Baby it's burning just for you..
Would you like another helpin' of my gravy?
Baby say yeah.. [yeah yeah yeah]
I'm gonna climb into your Cockpit
Gonna get those rockets firing..
Blast you into Orbit
And burn out all your wiring..
Get our asses on the Launchpad
Making Love Gravy, Love Gravy, Love Gravy
Love, Love, Love!
Open up a packet of my gravy..
Baby it's burning just for you..
Would you like another helpin' of my gravy?
Baby say yeah.. [yeah yeah yeah]
I got a whole lot of gravy left baby..
Ooh, those are nice.. would you like some gravy on those?
There's enough gravy to go around for everybody.
mmmmmm.. I'm gonna drown all you bitches in gravy.
This is Master P, I'm down here in South Park
And i Just put a million dollar reward up for any information
or anybody who knows who killed Kenny, ya heard!?
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Thats What I Said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[That's what I said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
Kenny started messing up, hanging with the Thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, ecstasy, weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the Ghetto's got you Trapped
But Kenny ain't Scared, he seen his Pops get his Neck snapped
People Lie and they cheat on South Park Streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the Police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no Crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud..
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Thats What I Said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[That's what I said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
Alotta hopeless nights chasin nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the yellow bus to school, but at night he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did 3 years for a Robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the Street
But picture this, Kenny with about 10 Gs and a couple of keys
Serving the dope fiends, standing on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny I was wondering how you would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide?!
He knew one day that the Rats would come
But he didn't know they was Gonna Scream 'bout it!'
And hit him with a Shotgun
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Thats What I Said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[Kenny's Dead] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
[That's what I said] We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
Alot of wasted deaths
Alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there
Because uh, Judgment day is for everybody
Just Remember that we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
Die these days, ain't no coming back
Hombre, Master P, No Limit to the world, baby
It don't get no Realer than This
Well, it's a Rockin' world, make no mistake about it,
It's a Shockin' world, could be what's so great about it,
It's a Rockin' world, there aint nothing fake about it..
Whoh whoh, well welcome to this world bro
Whoh whoh, we're tryin to find an answer
Whoh whoh, we got a surface module and a belly dancer..
On the sidewalk earth..
A boy is trying to show a girl what he is worth, oops
both arms in plaster..
But he's still gonna, go right up and ask her..
Why is it monetic, is it biological?
Why is it phonetic, is it asophysiological?
It's an epidemic, there's nothing logically Logical
Logical, Logical..
Well, it's a Rockin' world, make no mistake about it,
It's a Shockin' world, could be what's so great about it,
It's a Rockin' world, there aint nothing fake about it..
Now, why do babies cry?
I asked the cold today, but all he did was fly..
And he took the cynic way,
The laws of chaos..
Left us all in disarray.
Now take the bumblebee, the lousy rotten bum..
Not a shred of money, just a lazy buzzing hum
He takes all our honey..
And Now the Garden of Eden has got to pay, that's who.
Well we'll crawl back to base..
Can't make no head or tale of this place.
But home we're returning back to base.. base.
Can we be notified when, love comes to phase..
Does the cell divide in the initial phase,
it's all codified in the, DNA stage..
Well, it's a Rockin' world, make no mistake about it,
It's a Shockin' world, could be what's so great about it,
It's a Rockin' world, there aint nothing fake about it..
Well, I'm a Huboon baby, I'm a cross between a human and a knave.
I'm all gagged out, I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rave!
People look at me and laugh and make fun of my face.
I laugh right back, I don't wanna be part of the human race!
I get into my soul, now somebody's gonna be sorry.
Well I'm a Huboon baby, gonna mess around with all you fools..
I'm all pumped up, I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna snap, I'm gonna rule!
Had the operation, nothing else left to do.
Well lookie here, I've been hurt, gonna hurt you.
Now somebody's gonna be sorry, like all you witches and you slime.
And all you right wing pin heads, who make screwing a big crime
You kitty twisted up my life, and pissed all over my dreams..
You made me hate myself, now come on shoot me, set me free!
He's a Huboon baby, he's a pin head foul-mouthed stump
He's a Huboon baby, he's a pin head foul-mouthed stump
He's a Huboon baby, he's a pin head foul-mouthed stump
He's a Huboon baby, he's a pin head foul-mouthed stump
I get into my soul, Now somebody's gonna be sorry.
Well I'm a Huboon baby, I grew up to be the president.
I'm outside-in I'm really tweeked, I'm really freaked, I'm really bent!
Big town poppas better hurry hide your little girls.
I'll chop their bones I'll sniff 'em out 'round the world.
Now somebody's gonna be sorry, like all you witches and you slime.
And all you right wing pin heads, who make screwing a big crime.
You kitty twisted up my life, and pissed all over my dreams..
You made me hate myself, now come on shoot me, set me free!
I'm a Huboon baby, I'm a cross between a human, and a knave.
Well I'm all gagged out, I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rave!
People look at me and laugh and make fun of my face..
I laugh right back, I don't wanna be part of the human race!
Kyle: Okay Ike, you're my little brother, so I have to show you how to celebrate Hanukkah. This is called a 'Dreidel'. You spin it and see where it lands, and you sing this song..
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play.
Oh, Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
Kyle: Now you try it Ike. Just spin it with your fingers like this..
[ike sings mini song to the tune]
Cartman: Hey, what the hell are you doing?
Kyle: Oh, hey Cartman.. We're playing dreidel, you wanna try?
Cartman: Sure!
Cartman: Here's a little dreidel
That's small and made of clay
But i'm not gonna play with it
'Cos dreidel's frickin' gay.
Kyle: Hey, Shut your mouth, fatass!
C: Jews, play stupid games..
Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel
|| I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel
|| With Dreidel I shall play.
Stan: Hey, what's going on? Oh, it's that hanukkah thing..
Cartman: It's soooo amazing! You spin this thing on the ground and it goes round and round, I could watch it all day..
Stan: Let me try..
Stan: I'll try to make it spin..
It fell, i'll try again.
|| K: Oh, Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!
Sheila: Hello Boys!
Kyle: Hi mom!
Sheila: Oh, how precious! You bots are all playing dreidel.. now you know that dreidel is a time-honoured tradition for the hebrew people.
Cartman: Yes we know, Ms Broflovski, it's so very insteresting..
Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
You'll know, our people always win!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!
Kyle: Oh, hi dad!
Gerald: Hello everybody.. say, can I join in?
Kyle: Sure..
K: I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall..
Everybody!
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..
Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
You're so hot, on that show..
Courtney Cox, I.. uh?
Kyle: Dad, we're singing about a dreidel.
Gerald: Oh, sorry..
Sheila: We'll talk about this later, Gerald!
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Dreidel I shall play.
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, i'll try again.
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that's why they're lame.
|| Sheila: Now when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our people always win!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, on that show..
|| K: Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, I made you out of clay
|| Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel, with Drei-del-I-shall-plaaaay!
|| Stan: I'll try to make it spin
|| It fell, I-will-try-a-gaaaiin!
|| C: Jews, play stupid games..
|| Jews, that-is-why-they're-laaaame!
|| Sheila: 'Cos when you learn, to make the dreidel spin..
|| You'll know, our peo-ple-al-ways-wiiiiinn!
|| Gerald: Courtney Cox, I love you..
|| You're so hot, Court-ney-I-love-yooooou!
I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow
On every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try
To carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on
(yeah)
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys ha)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels
But much to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the star thay said'
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(everybody now)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(Chef:)Make it funky now!
(Cartman:)Hey, you're screwin' up my song
Hey, What's goin' on
(Chef:) Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me chidren
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me children
(Cartman:)No, no, no, no, like this, like this!!!
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys can't here ya')
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(seriously you guys, screw you guys)
Come sail away(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
Come sail away(you guys seriously)
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(you guys seriously)
2 tablespoons of cinnamon,
and 2 or 3 egg whites,
a half a stick of butter, melted.
Stick it all in a bowl baby,
stir it with a wooden spoon,
mix in a cup of flour.
You''l be in heaven soon
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed vitamins,
and good for you, so suck on balls.
pour in a cup of unsweetened chocolate,
and a half a cup of brandy
then throw in a bag or two of sugar,
and just a pinch of vanilla,
grease up the cookie sheet.
Cause I hate when my balls stick!
then preheat the oven to 350, and give that spoon a lick!
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown.
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em.
Suck on my chocolate salty balls, they're packed full of goodness,
and high in fiber, so suck on balls.
(Chef Speaking:) sniff, sniff, hey, wait a minute, what's that smell.
It smells like something's burning.
Well, that don't bother me none, as long as I get my rent paid on Friday.
Baby, you better get back in the kitchen, cause I got a sneakn' suspition.
Oh man baby, baby, you just burnt my balls.
My balls are on fire, come on, my balls are burning, gimme some water pour some water on 'em, o goodness, blow on them, do something
Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown. (they're on fire baby)
If you ever need a quick pick me up, just stick my balls in your mouth.
Oh! Suck on my chocolate salty balls, put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em. (Put 'em out, blow on 'em.)
suck on my balls baby,
suck on my balls baby, suck on my red hot salty chocolate balls.
Woo, woo, suck on my balls (blow, blow, blow)
Sheila: Time's have changed
Our kids are kids are getting worse
They wont obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse!
Sharon: Should we blame the government?
Liane: Or blame society?
Dads: Or should we blame the images on TV?
Sheila: No, blame Canada
Everyone: Blame Canada
Sheila: With all their beady little eyes
And flappin heads so full of lies
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Sheila: We need to form a full assault
Everyone: It's Canadas fault!
Sharon: Don't blame me
For my son Stan
He saw the darn cartoon
And now he's off to join the Klan!
Liane: And my boy Eric once
Had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself!
Sheila: Well, blame Canada
Everyone: Blame Canada
It seems that everythings gone wrong
Since Canada came along
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Some Guy: There not even a real country anyway
Ms. McCormick: My son could've been a doctor or a lawyer it's true
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue
Everyone: Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Sheila: Heck no!
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Sheila: With all their hockey hubbabaloo
Liane: And that bitch Anne Murray too
Everyone: Blame Canada
Shame on Canada
The smut we must stop
The trash we must smash
Laughter and fun
must all be undone
We must blame them and cause a fuss
Before someone thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus
[Intro]
That was cute man, that was real cute
Now you about to get some competiton
Cause I dont know if anyone else is gonna say anything
So we about to get into this
We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx
Know what I mean?
S'Mickey – Black apple, bitch
XMJ, peace to Lord GFC
Yeah, I'm ready
[Verse 1]
Where I've been at, what I'm up to
Nobody cares so my response is fuck you
Black apple patron in the city y'all black foes
Throw my hues like Langston
I dont know what you thinkin
So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you
Game point and I spot you
Shoot over you then I watch you
Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you
You knew who to name in that song and who not to
From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit
Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits
Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho
This is what you wanted nigga?
Competition from a killer that's a tundra spitter – cold
I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars
Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga
You the king of New York? Beg your pardon
The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac)
Don't be like Ja Rule mimicking him
Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again
Who Bishop against? None of y'all
You avoid juice
Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q
Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit
You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit
Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit
You say you sick? I cough over that shit
Who want this?
I'm targeting you, calling your crew
Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you
Homie it's true
But you know what? I ain't gonna namedrop y'all to death
Cause Hova's team is the only Jay Rock we respect
New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare
I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah
I'm at the window like Malcolm looking at y'all scared
You at your internet window, you saying I'm soft, where? (where?)
You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg
Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars?
Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg
A good kid turned the mad city after him y'all
Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York
I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song
I aim for the soul with them bars, I won't spare it
I'm just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us
So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless
Vampire with the bars, I'mma find y'all next
Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets
You shot and got a quick return like the IRS
Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though
Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk
Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden
It's shockin how I held back and came at 'em full force
Remember Raiden (yeah)
Let's bet on the next threat, new cess next
You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress
Telling you right now, don't talk around me
Cause out west you couldn't picture getting hit like a papparazzi
Black apple, I'm ready to set it off
Coming for the bank, who ready to play] the God?
While I'm busting open doors everybody on the floor
Put the money in the bags, don't ring any alarms
I'm taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song
Ain't no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace
Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response
I'll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort
Reality gonna show him that I'm raw
But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That's Khloe and Lamar
[Outro]
Let's have it, lets have some fun, you know
You wanted to have some fun? Well, let's do that then
You know, make sure y'all ready
Cause clearly we're ready over here
You know
Nah, fuck, I got another verse
I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church
Two arts and mouse
I'd rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey
Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley
