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You’re A Mean One, Mr Barach
You’re a mean one Mr Barach
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’re as charming as an eel
Mr. Barach
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel
You’re a monster Mr. Barach
Your Hearts an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got garlic in your soul Mr. Barach
I wouldn’t touch you with a
39 and a half Foot pole
You’re a vile one Mr. Barach
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile
Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the a seasick crocodile
You’re a foul one Mr. Barach
You’re a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk
Mr. Barach
Your sole 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. Barach
With a nauseous super naus
You’re a crooked jerky jockey and,
you drive a crooked horse
Mr. Barach
You’re a 3 Decker sour kraut and toad stool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!