You're a mean one, Mr. Greg You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Greg, You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Greg, Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Greg, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a foul one, Mr. Greg, You have termites in your smile, You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Greg, Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a rotter, Mr. Greg, You're the king of sinful sots, Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Greg, You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Greg, With a nauseous super "naus"!, You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Greg, Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a foul one, Mr. Greg, You're a nasty wasty skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Greg, The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!
You're a mean one, Mr. Greg You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Greg, You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Greg, Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Greg, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a foul one, Mr. Greg, You have termites in your smile, You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Greg, Given a choice between the two of you'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a rotter, Mr. Greg, You're the king of sinful sots, Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Greg, You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Greg, With a nauseous super "naus"!, You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Greg, Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a foul one, Mr. Greg, You're a nasty wasty skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Greg, The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!
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