Song parody - BIG GAY AL

Dec 11, 19975 posts by 5 postersalt.tv.southpark
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Arthur Levesquealt.tv.southpark

BIG GAY AL Lyrics by Arthur Levesque ([email]) (To the tune of "You Can Call Me Al" by Paul Simon)

A kid walks through the woods He says why is my dog homosexual now Why is my dog homosexual The rest of my pets were so butch I want a heterosexual dog I want him to kick Sylvester Don't want to end up a Sparkette Wearing a pink bandana Bandana, bandana Lost in the forest Far away the football field Mister Floralshirt Floralshirt Help me find my doggie please I find all this stuff confusing anyhow

If you'll see my sanctuary I can be your super pal I can bend you over And after when you call me Call me Big Gay Al

A man talks to the kid He says why are you asking about gays You've asked the right person about gays Oh gay people are evil Their cold black hearts don't pump blood No blood in their veins Just some thick vomitious There's just some thick vomitious Oil, oil It oozes through their rotten veins Clots up thick and sick inside their pea-sized brains Which causes, causes All their patterns and smatterings Of naziesque behaviour

If you'll see my sanctuary I can be your super pal I can bend you over And after when you call me Call me Big Gay Al Big Gay Al

A man answers the door It's a sanctuary door Maybe it's a gay door Maybe it's for gay animals Doesn't understand it There are no oppresors He is a South Park kid He is surrounded by the sound The sound Cattle in the discotheque "We are all gay and that's OK!" He looks around, around He sees animals and Brian Boitano Skating into the background He says "That's cool!" and "That's just super!"

If you'll see my sanctuary I can be your super pal I can bend you over And after when you call me Call me Big Gay Al Call me.

Na na na na na na na na Na na na na Na na na na na Hm, hm, hm hm Hm, hm, hm hm

[Repeat and fade] If you'll see my sanctuary I can bend you over

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Bob the Soul Crusher↩ Arthur Levesquealt.tv.southpark

On 11 Dec 1997 18:03:00 GMT, Back*[email] (Arthur Levesque) offered this unto Shub-Internet:

And they say nobody does anything original related to South Park. Mr. Levesque, I tip my hat to you for a job well done.

Ia Shub-Internet, Black Goat of a Thousand Servers! Ask not what Thee Shub can do for you, Ask what you can do for Thee Shub.
Jon Deutsch↩ Arthur Levesquealt.tv.southpark

Inspired by Elton John's recent appearances in Diana's funeral and South Park, here is a tribute to our favorite accident-waiting-to-happen -- Kenny.

Enjoy.
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"Kenny In The Wind" (to the music of "Candle In The Wind", by Elton John) --------------------------------- Goodbye little Kenny Though we hardly... know ya at all You have the grace to nix yourself And the rats around you crawl

They crawl out of the woodwork And they scamper... up to your brain They drag you and digest you And then they leave your remains

And it seems to me, you live your lives like a flannel-hooded kid Never knowing what has killed you When the rats dig in I'd say we'd like to save you But I'd be lying to ya kid Your demise is what we're waiting for You're our kick-the-bucket kid

The flagpole plunge was rough And don't forget the... Microwave You are South Park's sacrifice A homage to our sick, perverted brains

Every time you die We are struck by Cartman's... apathy Only Kyle or Stan will say "Oh My God, they killed Kenny!"

And it seems to me, you live your lives like a flannel-hooded kid Never knowing what has killed you When the rats dig in I'd say we'd like to save you But I'd be lying to ya kid Your expiration's worth waiting for You're our kick-the-bucket kid

Goodbye hooded friend Though you come back in every... episode We sense you are disturbed by this More than Trey Parker or Matt Stone

And it seems to me, you live your lives like a flannel-hooded kid Never knowing what has killed you When the rats dig in I'd say we'd like to save you But I'd be lying to ya kid Your annihilation's worth waiting for You're our kick-the-bucket kid

(with fervor) And it seems to me, you live your lives like a serene counterbid! Never knowing what will bag you You muffled-speaking foul-mouthed kid! And I'd say we'd like to save you But I'd be lying to ya kid Your annihilation's worth waiting for You're our kick-the-bucket kid

------------- By Jon Deutsch [email] http://www.midi.com

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