I Don T Give A Honk Lyrics - The Wack Album - The Lonely Island

Nowadays, everybody's using curse words 

Seems to me like it ain't necessary 

Yeah, so when I get steamed 

Yo I tell 'em like this 

I don't give a honk, I don't give a honk 

And if you think I do, my friend 

Then you're wronk 

Your crocodile tears can go and got gonk 

You think I'm a funk, but we don't give a honk 

I'm a wild child and I'm on the loose 

Giving less of a honk than a Muslim goose 

Saw a broken car horn and its honk was faint 

Man if I was Senator, it'd be a honkless state 

Yo, I drove past a rally saying "Honk For Peace" 

So I took out my gun and shot 'em all in the knees 

I don't give a honk! You picked the wrong dude 

If a honk was my virginity, consider me prude 

I consider it rude to have honk-spectations 

Only thing I give a honk is a long vacation 

On a long space station, can't hear you scream 

And they sure can't hear you honk, know what I mean? 

Yo we told you before: we don't give a honk 

And saying that we do is just simpoly ridonk 

You could try to buy us off with your pesos and francs 

But your money means nothing you could take it to the bonk 

Man, I'm stingy when it comes to my honks (me too) 

I literally stick 'em to my body with glue 

Good thinkin' Abe Lincoln, you're a real smart cookie 

Teach a class about giving a honk? I'm playing hooky 

Now what you gonna do with all your honks? 

Gonna dive in and swim like Scrooge McDonk 

Cause for a honk I'd bite a chunk out of a Buddhist monk 

And at his funeral, everyone will sing this sonk 

Yo we told you before: we don't give a honk 

Got a theory that we do? Well your theory's debunked 

Save the drama for your mama cause your itis is bronch 

Our policy is staunch: we don't give a honk 

You know a honk in some countries is considered a food 

And if you don't eat it all, it's considered quite rude 

We all know we're born with 100 honks 

But people throw 'em away like they were Donkey Konks 

And the honks are the barrels 

The kings and the pharaohs sing about honks 

Like they were Christmas carols 

I'll punch you in the jeans 

But this ain't Lonely Island 

And if I catch you steaming my honks 

I'll get violent 

Yo we told you before: we don't give a honk 

Even if you give us candy like Willy the Wonk 

But don't come for my honks, better know your place 

Mother-honkers honk around and get honked in the face 

This the not honking around crew 

And this not honking around thing is about to go both ways