You're a scoundrel, Mr. Wolf You're a scary, hairy beast You're as wily as a weasel and you smell like the deceased, Mr. Wolf You're a burning buttrash caused by tapeworms and yeast You're a killjoy, Mr. Wolf And you haven't got a soul Your mind is marred and twisted and your heart's a lump of coal, Mr Wolf Someone should throw you back in a thiry-nine and a half foot hole! You're a rude one, Mr Wolf You're the king of crappy crooks You're heart's a frozen meat wad hanging from the freezer hooks, Mr. Wolf If you were dying of thirst I wouldn't even give you a warm glass of gargled up gunk You're a butthead, Mr. Wolf You're a scuzzy, fuzzy freak You have haters beyond measure and absolute displeasuee Your tasteless joy, the spinosaurus sneak No one like you, Mr. Wolf You're a filthy and furry fiend Your plainness, it'd be rancid from your skin down to your spleen, Mr. Wolf Given the choice to meet you, I'd rather drink gasoline No