You're a mean one, Mr. Torchwick.

You really are a heel.

You're as cuddly as a cactus,

You're as charming as an eel,

Mr. TorchWICK!.

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel .



You're a monster, Mr. Torchwick.

Your heart's an empty hole.

Your brain is full of spiders.

You've got garlic in your soul, Mr Torchwick.

I wouldn't touch you with a

Thirty-nine and a half foot pole .



You're a vile one, Mr. Torchwick.

You have termites in your smile,

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,

Mr Torchwick.

Given the choice between the two of you,

I'd take the seasick crocodile .



You're a foul one, Mr. Torchwick.

You're a nasty wasty skunk.

Your heart is full of unwashed socks.

Your soul is full of gunk,

Mr Torchwick .



The three best words that best describe you ,

Are as follows, and I quote"

Stink!

Stank!

Stunk !



You're a rotter Mr Torchwick

You're the king of sinful sots

Your hearts a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots

Mr Torchwick



Your sole is a appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful

Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,

Mangled up in tangled up knots.



You nauseate me, Mr Torchwick

With a noxious super nos

You're a crooked jerky jockey and,

You drive a crooked hoss

Mr Torchwick !



You're a three-decker sauerkraut

And toadstool sandwich,

With arsenic sauce!