"Goooooooldfingaaaaaaaaaaaar! He's the man, the man with the Midas touch! A spider's touch!"
"You had it all!
The day you told me, told me you want me
I had it all.
But let you fool me, fool me completely.
Yeah, I was so stupid to give you all my attention.
Cause the way you played me, exposed your true intentions!
And one day, I'll have you begging on your knees for me!
Yeah, one day, you'll be crawling like a centipede.
You mess with me, and mess with her.
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve!"
And one day, I'll have you begging on your knees for me!
The day you told me, told me you want me
I had it all.
But let you fool me, fool me completely.
Yeah, I was so stupid to give you all my attention.
Cause the way you played me, exposed your true intentions!
And one day, I'll have you begging on your knees for me!
Yeah, one day, you'll be crawling like a centipede.
You mess with me, and mess with her.
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve!"
And one day, I'll have you begging on your knees for me!
— Tori Vega singing Begging On Your Knees about Ryder Daniels, Victorious
Everybody in the USA
Hates this stupid neighbor
He's Flanders and he's really really lame.
Flanders tried to wreck my song
His views on birth control are wrong
I hate his guts and Flanders is his name.
Hates this stupid neighbor
He's Flanders and he's really really lame.
Flanders tried to wreck my song
His views on birth control are wrong
I hate his guts and Flanders is his name.
— Homer Simpson, The Simpsonsnote
I'm not a fan of puppeteers but I've a nagging fear
someone else is pulling at the strings
Something terrible is going down through the entire town
wreaking anarchy and all it brings
I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all...
Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon
And sleepin' in the middle of a summer afternoon
Discord, whatever did we do
To make you take our world away?
Discord, are we your prey alone,
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
Discord, we won't take it anymore
So take your tyranny away!
I'm fine with changing status quo, but not in letting go
Now the world is being torn apart
A terrible catastrophe played by your symphony,
what a terrifying work of art!
someone else is pulling at the strings
Something terrible is going down through the entire town
wreaking anarchy and all it brings
I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all...
Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon
And sleepin' in the middle of a summer afternoon
Discord, whatever did we do
To make you take our world away?
Discord, are we your prey alone,
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
Discord, we won't take it anymore
So take your tyranny away!
I'm fine with changing status quo, but not in letting go
Now the world is being torn apart
A terrible catastrophe played by your symphony,
what a terrifying work of art!
Who's got a smile like a wild boar?
Whose teeth cut chain at the hardware store
The girl who's rotten to the core
Icky Vicky
Whose breath smells like a dog's behind
Who's cuddly as a porcupine?
Who's a curse on all mankind?
Icky Vicky
Who only comes out at night?
Who gives ghosts and ghouls a fright?
Who gave Dracula a bite?
Do I even have to say it?
Who's the meanest girl in town?
Who turns smiles into frowns?
The biggest dragon in Chinatown?
Icky Vicky
Whose teeth cut chain at the hardware store
The girl who's rotten to the core
Icky Vicky
Whose breath smells like a dog's behind
Who's cuddly as a porcupine?
Who's a curse on all mankind?
Icky Vicky
Who only comes out at night?
Who gives ghosts and ghouls a fright?
Who gave Dracula a bite?
Do I even have to say it?
Who's the meanest girl in town?
Who turns smiles into frowns?
The biggest dragon in Chinatown?
Icky Vicky
There goes Mr. Humbug
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for being mean,
The winner would be him
—"Scrooge", The Muppet Christmas Carol
These vowels have a problem, and Silent E's to blame
Instead of aa, eh, ih, ah, uh, he makes them say their name
He's changed their sounds to ay and ee and eye and oh and you
With powers like that, just think about the damage he can do!
—"Silent E", Between the Lions
Who is that guy who spoils the cowboys' fun
The one who always hides behind a mustache and a gun
The one who comes round and makes the gentle people run?
He's the baaad guuuuuuuuy!
The baaad guuuuuuuuy!
Trucks are waiting in the yard
Tackling them with ease'll
Show the world what I can do
Gaily boast the diesel
In and out he creeps about
Like a big black weasel
When he pulls the wrong trucks out
Pop Goes The Diesel!
Tackling them with ease'll
Show the world what I can do
Gaily boast the diesel
In and out he creeps about
Like a big black weasel
When he pulls the wrong trucks out
Pop Goes The Diesel!
— "Pop Goes The Diesel" sung by the Troublesome Trucks on Diesel, Thomas & Friends
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind!
Beware the devil woman!
She's gonna get you from behind!
With evil on her mind!
Beware the devil woman!
She's gonna get you from behind!
— Cliff Richard, "Devil Woman"
Ain't got no water anywhere
Food's bad and so's the air
Got no resources; we're in a great big stupor
All because of the evil King Koopa!
Food's bad and so's the air
Got no resources; we're in a great big stupor
All because of the evil King Koopa!
— Toad, Super Mario Bros. (1993)note
Too late to be known as John the First
He's sure to be known as John the Worst!
He's sure to be known as John the Worst!
—Robin Hood (1973), although he WAS John the First.
Petey: Let me take a little tick now to colour in the scene,
'Cross the valley lived three yokels named Boggis, Bunce and Bean!
Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run,
Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun,
But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip
And as quick as gopher that was hy-per-ac-a-tive!
Now those three farmers sit t'where there's a hole was once a hill,
Singing diddle-da daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum
And as far as I can reckon, they're-a sittin' up there still,
Singin' zippy-zee, zappy-za, yappy-yo-
Bean: What are you singing, Petey?
Petey: ...Just making it up as I went along, really.
Bean: That's just weak song writing! You wrote a bad song, Petey!
'Cross the valley lived three yokels named Boggis, Bunce and Bean!
Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run,
Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun,
But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip
And as quick as gopher that was hy-per-ac-a-tive!
Now those three farmers sit t'where there's a hole was once a hill,
Singing diddle-da daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum
And as far as I can reckon, they're-a sittin' up there still,
Singin' zippy-zee, zappy-za, yappy-yo-
Bean: What are you singing, Petey?
Petey: ...Just making it up as I went along, really.
Bean: That's just weak song writing! You wrote a bad song, Petey!
So I'll settle my score
On the salsa floor
With this vengeful Latin rhythm!
On the salsa floor
With this vengeful Latin rhythm!
¡Burns!
Con el corazón de perronote
¡Señor Burns!
¡El diablo con dinero!note
Con el corazón de perronote
¡Señor Burns!
¡El diablo con dinero!note
It may not surprise you
But all of us despise you
Please die and fry
In Hell
You rotten
Rich, old wretch!
But all of us despise you
Please die and fry
In Hell
You rotten
Rich, old wretch!
¡Adiós, viejo!note
Señor Burns, The Simpsons
We went to court
Against the world's worst sport
And learned important lessons on the way
We spoke with perfect candor
And got accused of slander
'Cause Bob Murray wants to make us pay
So even though he'll threaten
Legal armageddon
We have just one tiny thing to say:
Bob Murray can go fuck himself today!
Against the world's worst sport
And learned important lessons on the way
We spoke with perfect candor
And got accused of slander
'Cause Bob Murray wants to make us pay
So even though he'll threaten
Legal armageddon
We have just one tiny thing to say:
Bob Murray can go fuck himself today!
— "Eat Shit, Bob!", Last Week Tonight with John Oliver
You think you're someone's hero
You're hiding more than your eyes
I challenge your weak manifesto
The goal of a savior is not to be lionized
You're hiding more than your eyes
I challenge your weak manifesto
The goal of a savior is not to be lionized
— "Nevermore", RWBY
Yo, let me tell y'all a story 'bout a girl I knew
A broke ass bitch with a gay-ass crew
She said that I was cute, she said that I was funny
But the honey couldn't stop lookin' at my money
Busted old lady with a flat tiny ass
Her body like a skeleton in science class
Face beat up by the school of hard Knox
Hair so fried and bleached by Clorox
It's like she's skinny and fat in all the wrong places
Mothers gotta cover their baby's faces
When she walks by, people think she's Godzilla
Straight outta Compton? Naw, y'all, Straight outta Thrilla
Lookin' like a zombie, walkin' like a chicken
Mouth is full of shit, that's why her breath be stinkin'
Just one question Dee, before ya take your bow
Your gravy train's leavin', so who's retarded now?
A broke ass bitch with a gay-ass crew
She said that I was cute, she said that I was funny
But the honey couldn't stop lookin' at my money
Busted old lady with a flat tiny ass
Her body like a skeleton in science class
Face beat up by the school of hard Knox
Hair so fried and bleached by Clorox
It's like she's skinny and fat in all the wrong places
Mothers gotta cover their baby's faces
When she walks by, people think she's Godzilla
Straight outta Compton? Naw, y'all, Straight outta Thrilla
Lookin' like a zombie, walkin' like a chicken
Mouth is full of shit, that's why her breath be stinkin'
Just one question Dee, before ya take your bow
Your gravy train's leavin', so who's retarded now?
— Lil' Kevin's rap to Dee, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
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 seasick crocodile!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink, stank, stunk!
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
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. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked, jerky jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
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 seasick crocodile!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink, stank, stunk!
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
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. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked, jerky jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Geoff: Here's an open letter to a treasure of a girl,
Blaineley: That's me!
Geoff: Whose behavior on this show always makes me hurl!
Blaineley: What?!
Geoff: She's a nasty, fake blonde schemer, who calls herself "your host"!
Without the help of her entourage, her job would be toast!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Blaineley: Hey! (Beat) Hey...
Geoff: She'll tell you that she loves your shirt, but it's something she can't stand!
She's just so full of you-know-what, she has to double flush the can!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Blaineley: I eat a lot of fibre!
Geoff: She bought two pairs of the same jeans, one size four, and one size eight,
So when she wears the bigger ones, you'll ask if she's lost weight!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Geoff: She's not the gal you think she is, so let me tell you plainly.
There's thick black hair between her toes, and her real name isn't Blaineley!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Geoff: She's a phony, scheming, weasel-nose! And her real name isn't Blaineley!
She steals and lies, and she's evil, bros, and her real name isn't Blaineleeey! It's Mildred!
Blaineley: That's me!
Geoff: Whose behavior on this show always makes me hurl!
Blaineley: What?!
Geoff: She's a nasty, fake blonde schemer, who calls herself "your host"!
Without the help of her entourage, her job would be toast!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Blaineley: Hey! (Beat) Hey...
Geoff: She'll tell you that she loves your shirt, but it's something she can't stand!
She's just so full of you-know-what, she has to double flush the can!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Blaineley: I eat a lot of fibre!
Geoff: She bought two pairs of the same jeans, one size four, and one size eight,
So when she wears the bigger ones, you'll ask if she's lost weight!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Geoff: She's not the gal you think she is, so let me tell you plainly.
There's thick black hair between her toes, and her real name isn't Blaineley!
Blaineley's Entourage: Hey!
Geoff: She's a phony, scheming, weasel-nose! And her real name isn't Blaineley!
She steals and lies, and she's evil, bros, and her real name isn't Blaineleeey! It's Mildred!
— Total Drama World Tour, "Aftermath Aftermayhem" during the musical number "Her Real Name Isn't Blaineley"
The sound of hoof beats cross the glade!
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter!
Beware the deadly flashing blade,
unless you want to end up shorter!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He rides a pitch black steed!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He's very bad indeed!
Black - his gloves of finest mole.
Black - his codpiece made of metal.
His horse is blacker than a vole.
his pot is blacker than his kettle.
Black Adder! Black Adder! With many a cunning plan!
Black Adder! Black Adder! You horrid little man!
Good folk, lock up your son and daughter!
Beware the deadly flashing blade,
unless you want to end up shorter!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He rides a pitch black steed!
Black Adder! Black Adder! He's very bad indeed!
Black - his gloves of finest mole.
Black - his codpiece made of metal.
His horse is blacker than a vole.
his pot is blacker than his kettle.
Black Adder! Black Adder! With many a cunning plan!
Black Adder! Black Adder! You horrid little man!
—Theme song of Black Adder, Season One
Soundcloud rapper
To trash disaster
I'll diss this time
I'll show you how to rhyme
Someone should leash your greed
Push aside the attention you need
All you did was betray
Now you've become worthless prey
Those grinchy eyes should see that all you've done made you alone
And you had caring friends, that you had never known
No forgiving
Here's what you're missing
Come on guys now, all rock with me!
Time to set your hatred free
Taunting Bob, his darkest hour
Help our friend and make him see
Lying, mistreating, Pain is all that he brings
Only wish you knew...
Sorry Bob but you are through!
It's time to for Saiko's wrath
And take down this sociopath
How bout you run back home
Buy another house we'll burn
Or we could drop you in a well and never look that way
And if we let you out
I bet you'd wanna stay
All that money
Won't save you honey
Come on guys now, all rock with me!
Time to set your hatred free
Taunting Bob, his darkest hour
Help our friend and make him see
Lying, mistreating, Pain is all that he brings
Here is where it ends...
You don't mess with all your friends!
To trash disaster
I'll diss this time
I'll show you how to rhyme
Someone should leash your greed
Push aside the attention you need
All you did was betray
Now you've become worthless prey
Those grinchy eyes should see that all you've done made you alone
And you had caring friends, that you had never known
No forgiving
Here's what you're missing
Come on guys now, all rock with me!
Time to set your hatred free
Taunting Bob, his darkest hour
Help our friend and make him see
Lying, mistreating, Pain is all that he brings
Only wish you knew...
Sorry Bob but you are through!
It's time to for Saiko's wrath
And take down this sociopath
How bout you run back home
Buy another house we'll burn
Or we could drop you in a well and never look that way
And if we let you out
I bet you'd wanna stay
All that money
Won't save you honey
Come on guys now, all rock with me!
Time to set your hatred free
Taunting Bob, his darkest hour
Help our friend and make him see
Lying, mistreating, Pain is all that he brings
Here is where it ends...
You don't mess with all your friends!
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: He's no longer a doc!
Sonic & Knuckles: No way!
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: His degree is a crock!
Sonic & Knuckles: Oh, word!
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: He was once feared a lot!
Sonic & Knuckles: Sort of
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: Now he's just a crackpot!
Sonic & Knuckles: No way!
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: His degree is a crock!
Sonic & Knuckles: Oh, word!
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: He was once feared a lot!
Sonic & Knuckles: Sort of
Amy, Beth, Perci & Staci: Now he's just a crackpot!
—Chorus of No longer a Doc from Sonic Boom, "Mister Eggman", after everybody finds out that Dr. Eggman never managed to get his doctorate.
Of all things malign
An accident on the assembly line today
Cut him to the bone
"But what can you expect
From clumsy eight-year-olds?" I'm told
Look outside the window
You see the growing crowd of kids
With missing arms and feet nothing to eat
What cold, heartless beast
Can sit and have his feast? Every night
While their plight's always in his sight.
Robber Baron, in the tower
Counting all his gold
You know while he goes unchecked
And stays in power,
He's never gonna let, he's never gonna let,
He's never gonna let us go.
An accident on the assembly line today
Cut him to the bone
"But what can you expect
From clumsy eight-year-olds?" I'm told
Look outside the window
You see the growing crowd of kids
With missing arms and feet nothing to eat
What cold, heartless beast
Can sit and have his feast? Every night
While their plight's always in his sight.
Robber Baron, in the tower
Counting all his gold
You know while he goes unchecked
And stays in power,
He's never gonna let, he's never gonna let,
He's never gonna let us go.
— Voltaire, "Robber Baron"
""And who are you", the proud lord said,
"That I must bow so low?
"Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours."
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
"That I must bow so low?
"Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours."
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
— The Rains of Castamere, A Song of Ice and Fire
Kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world.
She's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch.
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls!
She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world.
She's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch.
She's a bitch to all the boys and girls!
— Eric Cartman, South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut
Owl: "It sneaks into your library and scribbles in all your books."
Others: "The Backson! The Backson! We don't like the Backson!"
Owl: "When decorating your Christmas tree, it tangles up all the hooks!"
Others: "The Backson! The Backson! We're afraid of the Backson!"
She's an evil enchantress!
She does evil dances,
If you look into her eyes,
She'll put you in trances!
And what will she do?
She'll mix up an evil brew!
Then she'll gobble you up in a big, tasty stew!
So watch out!
She does evil dances,
If you look into her eyes,
She'll put you in trances!
And what will she do?
She'll mix up an evil brew!
Then she'll gobble you up in a big, tasty stew!
So watch out!
— Pinkie Pie, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, "Bridle Gossip"
Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening!
Look out, look out, look out, look out!
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm and drang in the air!
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are, don't you move a thing!
You'd better, telling you you'd better,
Tell your mama something's gonna get 'er!
She'd better, everybody'd better beware!
Look out, look out, look out, look out!
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm and drang in the air!
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are, don't you move a thing!
You'd better, telling you you'd better,
Tell your mama something's gonna get 'er!
She'd better, everybody'd better beware!
— Background Singers, Little Shop of Horrors
Klogg is dead, and we want to celebrate it!
He's pushin' up daises, former, and belated!
He's a bad guy that's why were elated
well, Klogg is dead!
("follow the bouncing skull!")
Yeesss, Kloggs kaput!
No longer opperatin'!
Retired! Expired!
Quite an emancipation!
Released, Deceased!
Gone bust, he's dust!
Let's lift up our shorts
And do a pelvic thrust!
(Uhh!)
Klogg is dead!
He was dirty and obscene, and not a little mean!
So we'll sing in one accord,
Now that he's gone to his reward!
Klogg is dead, he's history!
Why we shake our booty's no mystery!
He's gone at last, his time has past!
Now we can go back to passing gas!
(Five burps followed by a fart sound)
Yeah, Klogg IS DEAD!
He's pushin' up daises, former, and belated!
He's a bad guy that's why were elated
well, Klogg is dead!
("follow the bouncing skull!")
Yeesss, Kloggs kaput!
No longer opperatin'!
Retired! Expired!
Quite an emancipation!
Released, Deceased!
Gone bust, he's dust!
Let's lift up our shorts
And do a pelvic thrust!
(Uhh!)
Klogg is dead!
He was dirty and obscene, and not a little mean!
So we'll sing in one accord,
Now that he's gone to his reward!
Klogg is dead, he's history!
Why we shake our booty's no mystery!
He's gone at last, his time has past!
Now we can go back to passing gas!
(Five burps followed by a fart sound)
Yeah, Klogg IS DEAD!
—"Klogg is dead!", Skullmonkeys
