<< Horny >>
--- South Park
Production: Production
Sid: It's Sid Greenfield for Matt and Trey
P: Hold on
Matt: Hello?
S: Trey?
M: No this is Matt
S: Matt, it's Sid Greenfield
M: Oh hey Sid, what's goin' on man
S: Uh hello listen Matt, ok this is you and me talkin' here ok?
M: Uh huh
S: Listen, I'm here bleeding out my ass
M: Right
S: Ok, and you know why?
M: Why?
S: Because of this Mousse T track
M: Oh, horny horny horny
S: Yeah, you know it's got to go on the South Park album
M: Oh no dude, we've already talked about this.
We hatethis song.
We've already talked about this
S: 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 wherethe money is gonna be made
M: I don't care about that
S: I'm the only one that agrees with you okay
This is huge in Europe right now and everyone in Europehates you, okay.
I'm your gut here, okay, listen to me
M: Right
S: This song is the best song ever written
M: How can you say that?
S: What did I say?
M: This song is the best song ever written
S: I agree with you Matt, I agree with you right there.
It is a great song, and I know that, I know it's a great song
M: Hold on I'll ask Trey
S: Oh shit
M: Hey Trey, they wanna put that fuckin', that horny horny hornysong, they wanna put it on the album
Trey: Dude, we already said no, fuck that song
S: Ok Matt, Matt, listen, you know what, this is just you and me talkin', but fuck Trey
T: This is Trey
S: Ok Trey listen, fuck Matt, okay, Matt doesn't care
T: No, fuck that song
S: Hello?
M: Hello?
Hello?
S: Matt, will you just listen to this song one more time?
M: No, I'm not going to listen to it
S: Okay, here it goes
M: No(song)
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
I'm horny, horny horny horny
S: Are you listening?
M: This song sucks man, this song sucks, we've alreadytalked about this
S: Now listen, listen to this part
S: You see that Matt?
You gotta give it a chance
You gotta let it get in under your skin
You can't tell me that your feet ain't movin'(song)
You've got me horny in the mornin' and you kno-o-ow
I tried to call you but I can't 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, so 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: Yeah)
So horny, I'm horny horny horny
I'm horny, horny horny horny
(Sid: Oh feel it Matt)
So horny, I'm horny horny horny tonight
I searched from town to town but I can't find my bird ooh ooh
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 and 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 it's actually a metaphor, for being horny.
It's genius.)
So horny, I'm horny, horny, horny
I'm horny, horny, horny, horny
(Sid: Have you ever been horny Matt?)
So horny, I'm horny, horny, horny tonight
(S: Matt, Matt, are you still list...
Matt, are you still listening?)
I'm horny horny horny tonight
I'm horny horny horny tonight
I'm horny all night long
(S: Aw son of a bitch Matt god damnit pick up the phone)
I'm horny all night long I'm horny all night long
(M: I'm still here)
I'm horny all night long
(S: All right Matt, see, check this part out right here Matt)
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, so I've got to sing this song
To let you know how I feel, whats the deal baby
And I can't wait for you, and the things you make me do
(M: We said no to this song like a month ago.
It sucks)
My heart is ringing so I'm singing this song for you
(S:Listen Matt, you know I agree with you, you know I always agree with you right?)
I'm horny, horny horny horny
(M: Uhh)
(S: Matt, you are wrong here)
So horny, I'm horny horny horny
(S: Matt, you don't understand, it's European)
(M: I don't care about that) I'm horny, horny horny horny
(S: What if it's the last song on the album)
(M: No)
(S:Okay, what if it's the first song on the album)
(M: No)
So horny, I'm horny horny horny tonight
(S: What if we get Def Leppard to do it)
(M: No, we fuckin' hate this song, we hate it)
S: Okay, you know what Matt?
M: We're not putting it on the album, and if I slap on this piece of shit, the record label doesn't want this fuckin' song on there(incomprehensible yelling and swearing)
M: Fuck it no
S: You know what, okay Matt, this is you and me talkin' here.
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
Huboon Stomp
Well I'm a Huboon baby, I'm a crusteen, 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
(Woohoo, let's go)
(Chef)
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 crusteen, 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