Как Скордж Украл Рождество

Всю ночь Скордж трудился над своими изобретениями и санями, которые должны были помочь ему украсть Рождество. В процессе, он напевал весёлую песню:

Скордж:♬ You're a mean one, Mr. Sourge You really are a heel You're as cuddly as a cactus You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Scourge (Oh, Mr. Scourge) You're a bad banana with a Greasy black peel You're a monster, Mr. Scourge Your heart's an empty hole Your brain is full of spiders You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Scourge I wouldn't touch you with a Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole Oh, Scourge You're a vile one, Mr. Scourge You have termites in your smile (In your smile) You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Scourge Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the Seasick crocodile You're a foul one, Mr. Scourge You're a nasty wasty skunk (Ugh) Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Scourge The three best words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote "Stink (Stink), stank (Stank), stunk" Mr. Scourge You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse Mr. Scourge You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce. You're a rotter, Mr. Scourge You're the king of sinful sots (Of sinful sots, oh) Your heart's a dead tomato Splotched with moldy purple dots Mr. Scourge, Mr. Scourge, Mr. Scourge Your soul is an appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment Of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots Mr. Scourge"♬.