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