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