Chef Aid : The South Park Album [ost] (1998) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Les: I'm going down to South Park, gonna have myself a time

Stan/Kyle: Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation

Les: I'm going down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind

Cartman: Ample parking day or night, people spouting "Howdy neighbor!"

Les: Heading on up to South Park, gonna see if I can't unwind

Kenny: I love girls with big fat titties, I love girls with deep vaginas

Les: So come on down to South Park and meet some friends of mine

2 tablespoons of cinnammon,
And 2 or 3 egg whites
a half a stick of butter
melt it

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 em' quick,
pick me up
just stick my balls in your mouth

OOOHH!!

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 unsweetened chocolate
and a half a cup of brandy
And 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 three-fity,
and give that spoon a lick!!!!

Say everybody have you seen my balls
they're big and salty and brown!!
if you ever need em' quick, pick me up
Just stick my balls in your MOUTH!!!

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,
high in fiber!!
suck on my balls

sniff sniff sniff

Hey, wait a minute,
what's that smell?
smell like somethin burnin

Well that dont bother me none
as long as i get my rent paid on friday

Baby you better get back in the kitchen,
cause I gotta sneak in suspicion

oh man baby,
baby,
you just burnt my balls!!!!

HELP ME!!
MY BALLS ON FIRE!!
HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
GET ME SOME WATER!!
POUR SOME WATER ON ME!!
MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
OH MY GOODNESS!!
BLOW ON EM', BLOW ON EM'
DO SOMETHIN!!

Oooh

suck on my chocolate salty balls
put em' in your mouth and suck em

THEY ON FIRE BABY!!

Suck on my chocolate salty balls

BLOW EM OUT BABY!!

OH!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!

SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!!

COME ON BABY!!

WHOO!! WHOO!!

Suck on my balls!!!!!

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
But I'll try
Oh Lord, I'll try
To carry on

I look to the seas
Reflections in the waves
Spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends
And the dreams we had

We lived happy forever
So that story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try
Best that we can
To carry on

A gathering of angels
Appeared above my head
They sang to me their 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, huh
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me...


Yeah!
I thought that they were angels
But to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship
And headed for the skies!
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
Everybody now
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come and sail away with me
You guys, seriously
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come and sail away with me
Chef:
Make it funky now...

(Hey, you're screwing up my song)
(Hey, what's going on?)

Chef:
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Children
Come sail away
Come sail away (No, no, no, it's like this!)
Come sail away with me

ROCK IT!
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
You guys
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
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
(Come sail away)
Come sail away
Come sail away
Come sail away with me
Seriously.
[panting]

This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

Kenny started messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet 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 homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten G's and a couple of keys, huh
Servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he 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, 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun, uhh

(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That's what I said), uhh

A lot of wasted deaths, a lot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, 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
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon, huh
Died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this

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 you and you, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous ooh, come on

Have an open mind, pull my trigger down
Gimme the last cold turkey blast, make it fast
Take my ass to town

Have an open mind, send my cares away
Ring my bell you fat piggy whale, what the hell Today's your lucky day

You and me... and her, simultaneous
You and me... and Wynona Rider, simultaneous
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous, ooh, come on

Have an open mind, it's a normal thing to do
Don't be a prude, just get nude
Oh, you're being rude, I would do it for you
Baby please have an open mind, you're the only one I love
These girls you see, baby they don't mean anything, let's all just get in the tub
You and me... and her too, simultaneous
You and me... and your momma and your sister
Simultaneous lovin' baby, two or three...
Simultaneous oww, come on

Everybody in the pool!

Have an open mind, don't be so mean to me
Call your sister and your mother and your aunt
It's every man's fantasy
Have an open... woa, baby, put that knife away
Don't be mad, I'll take you back, just relax, we can make love your way
I'm talking about

You and me... and some flowers and some wine, instantaneous
You and me... and Whitney Houston (on the radio, babe, on the radio)
Some candles and some good feelings
Just the two of us
Oh, fudge it
Now, I'm talking about

You and me... and her and her and her, simultaneous
You and me... and women in the house, simultaneous
Three and seven, make it a baker's dozen
See the ladies in the house clap your hands
Now that'd be a party, ladies

When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner with my...

Hey kids, gather around, it's Wyclef and Melky Sedeck
I got a story to tell, heeeeeeere we go

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you don't know, success brings stress
I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect call from Jeff
The operator say, "If you accept, say yes"
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can break you
They plan an execution like Fu Man Chu"
"Who?"
"You know the character from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)"
"Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm losin' you"
"Hey yo, your cousin Rohann..."
"Uh-huh"
"Who used to sell bang"
"Uh-huh"
"DT's found his hand in the back of Binnigans..."
"What?"
"In a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my part?
Don't they know like Sting, I can turn this murder into art?
I jumped into my car, there's gotta be a joke
Traffic's backed up, who's in town, the Pope?
S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I turned and looked left
To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky Sedeck

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose

You're shootin' in the opposite position
I'm thiniin', "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition
On your wig transition?"
My mission, like Take 6, is to spread love
But all you screwed mugs got me wearin' black gloves
You up in my face, I see the fear in your eyes
You wanna feel the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised
Shalom, shalom, pardon my left
But my right hand's on your throat, massaging you to death
You provoke the cycle, call Michael
You're lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh
You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn purple
Like the colour, you holler, ballin' for your mother
No-one hears you even though you knock
You used to walk around the block with the daily rock
Things done changed since your spark got hot
Now you got your knot wocked with your very own glock

Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One night, he jumped out the car
and caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be witcha girl gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
He caught a bullet in his bubblegoose
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your goose

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 that female hummingbird
And -- make sweet love to it -- all night long
Just two hummingbirds moaning' and groanin'
And letting their bodies caress and touch each other in ecstasy
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
Two 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
And it makes me wanna
It makes me wanna sing this special song for you
Yeah, baby, yeah mama

Ooh Kathie Lee, you're such a special woman to me,
How I'd love to lay you down
And lick every inch of your body
With my tongue
Kathie Lee, you're my sexual fantasy
How 'bout you and me?
Get it together and make sweet love...

'Cause nobody can take your place
No way they can match your face,
No, you got it goin' on in a way so clear
I just wanna buy you a beer

I thought maybe tonight at seven thirty or seven, I could come by and

Pick you up in my car
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for your girl
(No substitute) for you now

I know you love my body so much
It's something you can't help but touch, ooh
I might let you if you promise to be gentle,
Now I'm gettin' all sentimental

Maybe tonight after pickin' you up in my car
We can park down over by the gas station
That closed two weeks ago and make love in the back seat and...

Drop you off at home
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No substitute) No baby there's
(No substitute) Come on baby say it
(No substitute) For you now

Now you remember our two hummingbirds
Well after their night of passion
The male hummingbird couldn't sleep or eat
All he could think about was that incredible night
When things were flyin' all over the place
And beaks were where they should be
So he put his beak lips together and whistled a song
Calling that female hummingbird back for another night of fire
Just like I'm calling out for you, baby
Hey, get your ass over here for some good lovin'

There's only one word that can describe you
You're a flippity-floppity-hootchy-mama-woowoo
You've got everything I ever wanted
My metaphor's all been exhausted

So what say you and I forget about this singin' and songin'
And act like a couple of hummingbirds ourselves...
And get down to some business
(No substitute) No substitute for you
(No, no, no substitute)
No baby there's (no substitute) for you girl
(No substitute) for you girl (no substitute)
For you (no, no, no, no, no, no substitute)
For you girl

Ladies and gentlemen, the Fabulous Chefettes

(No) no (no) subs (subs) sti (tute) for (you)
Ba (by) no (no) no no no (no) for you yeah,
(No substitute) for you Kathie Lee, yeah

Got this bug-eyed girl
Cold hand on my knee
Frozen teeth chitter, chatter
She's dressed up like a cemetary
Like a cemetary

Snowbound all winter
Blue lips on my cheek
Little tongues prattlin', rattlin'
Talkin' about them hometown geeks
Them hometown geeks

Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season

Feels like a steam clean
When she washes me
Clouds bustin', pumps a hissin'
Just peel me off the ceiling
Off the ceiling

Chill out bug-eyed-girl
Zap me into cinders
Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
Melt me with your little fingers
With little fingers

Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
Help me into your custom kitchen
Gimme a cup of that old black magic
I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season
Wake up Wendy, love's in season

Well I'm a Huboon Baby
I'm a cross between a human and an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race

Ha ha ha
I did it to myself
And now somebody's gonna be sorry!

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
I had the operation, nothing else left to do
Well, looky here, I've been hurt,
I'm gonna hurt you

Now somebody's gonna be sorry
like all you wenches and your slime,
and all you right-winged pin heads,
Who make screwing a big crime
You tittie twisted up my life,
and pissed on all my dreams
You made me hate myself,
Now come on, shoot me, set me free
Let's go

He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,
He's a Huboon Baby, he's really all fudged up,

I did it to myself
Now somebody's gonna be sorry

Well, I'm a Huboon baby,
I'll grow up to be the President
I'm all excited, I'm really tweaked, I'm really freaked, I'm really bent
Big town papas better hurry hide your little girls,
I'll drop thier bones I'll sniff 'em out round the world

Now, somebody's gonna be sorry,
All you wenches and you slime
And all you right-winged
Who make screwing a big crime
And you tittie 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 an ape
I'm all gagged out
I'm gonna hoot, I'm gonna root, I'm gonna rape
People look at me and laugh
And make fun of my face
I laugh right back
I don't want to be part of the human race

Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it

Whoa whoa, now welcome to this Earth bro
Whoa whoa, we're tryin' to find an answer
Whoa whoa, we got a surface module and a belly-dancer
On a sidewalk surf
A boy is tryin' to show a girl what he is worth - whoops!
Both arms in plaster, but he's still gonna
Go right up and ask her

Why is it barbaric is it, biological?
Why is it frenetic is it also physiological?
It's an epidemic, there's nothing logically
Logical, logical, logical

It's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, could be what's so great about
It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it

Now why do babies cry?
I asked the crow 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, a lousy rotten' bum
Not a shred of money just a lazy buzzin' hum
He takes all our honey and for God's sake people have got to pay, that's who...

Well we go, back to base
Can't make no error in tale of this place
But home we're returnin' back to base, ace.

Can we be notified when, love comes of age
Does a cell divide in the, in the initial phase
It's all codified in the DNA stage

Well it's a rockin' world, make no mistake about
It's a shockin' world, that could be what's so great about
A It's a rockin' world, there ain't nothing fake about it.

In 1986, the University of Californa at Davis
saw two of its all-time brightest stars,
Dr. Alphonse Mephisto and Dr. Arnie Abesacraben.
Dr. Mephisto worked hard towards 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 pleasent presentation in the world's
supermarket vegetable bins.

Dr. Abesacraben's goal was to genetically create the greatest
musical entertainer the world had ever seen.
Dr. Abesacraben knew that if he could assemble the right elements,
he could theoretically build a DNA structure that would ensure
his creation had talent far surpassing the average individual.

At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that
Michael Jackson - in an effort to maintain his youthful look and
feminie vocal characteristics - had his testicles surgically removed,
thereby making him a modern-day castrato.

If such a rumor were true, Michael Jackson more that likely would have
had some of his semen preserved before the surgery, to ensure his the
future of his name and lineage.

Word came back to Dr. Abesacraben of a secret cold storage locker
deep within the bowels of the 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 sensual voice.
Song of love from a eight year-old 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. Abesacraben was able to use his charm and and chissled Greek
features to woo a young lab technician by the name of Jennifer, who of
course happened to have the proper access needed to obtain a small vial
of the precious semen.

The search for the egg was a short one - Dr. Mephisto simply ran an ad
in the classified section of an airline music magazine. The ad read:
"Wanted: unfertilized human eggs for genetic experiment. Donors must
have musical background." With a plethora of young, eager wanna-be
music starlets willing to sell their eggs, the two doctors - after
rigorous auditioning - picked... and purchased.

Dr. Abesacraben felt that it would be far less complicated legally if the
fetus were 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 via cesarean. It was a healthy baby
boy; he was named Kevin.

I once heard a noise,
In the night the most sensual voice.
Song of love from a eight year-old 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. Abesacraben saw 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 in his talent, Dr. Abesacraben
started noticing odd developments in his physical state. When Kevin lost his baby
teeth, his secondaries came in with a vengance! They were at least twice
the size of a normal adult's, and the two in front stuck nearly straight out. Also
as Kevin reached his eighth year, he was the same as the was when he was four. 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 trough all the years of hearing Kevin sing,
he rarely spoke, often choosing to communicate with various grunt and gurgles.

I once heard a noise,
In the night the most sensual voice.
Song of love from a eight year-old 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?

Others were noticing the changes in Kevin. Children began to tease him - to 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 three fingers off on his left hand.
Kevin was taken away and placed in the custody of the state.
Dr. Abesacraben's actions were found out, but because there was no legislation
concerning the genetic instruction of a human being, no criminal charges were brought forth.
The medical association's board of ethics stripped him of all his creditials, and his reputation was ruined.
In fact, his name became to synonmous with failure, that for years to come,
Medical students around the world were known to say in times of mishaps,
"Damn, I feel just like Abesacraben."

Dr. Mephisto immediately began procedings 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 signing voice ring out into the night over the town of South Park:

I am gopher boy,
Pondering reality.
I am gopher boy,
Who will buy my raspberries?