Wretched Horror (Squirrel Song) ---------------------------------------- You fuzz-faced, dirt-brained little bum Get out of here before I come You nature-made, vile excrement Your whole life is a disappointment You twitchy-nosed, repulsive, rodent wretch You look like something fished out with a net and stretch You dumpster-diving, filthy, feathered cheat Your family tree is compost for the street You garbage-eating, flea-bitten, tiny thief You’re nothing but a source of pure, unending grief You beady-eyed, walnut-hoarding, spoiled brat You’re stupider than any broken, wet door mat You walking sack of vermin, you useless little jerk You're a tree-dwelling abomination that just loves to shirk You’re a furry menace, a pimple on the lawn You're like a four-legged nuisance that’s been ugly since the dawn You’re a moldy-tailed maggot, a weed-whacking, pathetic scourge You are a wretched horror, and I wish you were entombed You're a sewer-dwelling scumbag, you mangy, useless brute You make my blood run hotter than a spoiled, rotting fruit You acorn-caching, low-rent, woodland punk Your tiny home is filled with mildew and old junk You fence-balancing, vile, unholy thing The sight of you makes my ears violently ring. You planter-wrecking, unwashed, furry blight You're uglier than a dark and endless fright You're just a whiskered demon, a little furry curse You're worse than a scandal and a rotting purse You’re a vile, chattering idiot, a hairy little heap You're ugly and you're smelly, and you run when I leap You’re a furry menace, a pimple on the lawn You're like a four-legged nuisance that’s been ugly since the dawn You're a fungus-covered freak show, an overgrown, furry mistake You are a wretched horror, and I wish you were entombed You're a sewer-dwelling scumbag, you mangy, useless brute You make my blood run hotter than a spoiled, rotting fruit You abomination, you cretin, you scum Your tiny little life is completely numb I want to chase you all the way into the setting sun You disgusting, rodent villain, this has only just begun You dirtbag, you halfwit, you sewer-fed waste I hope every nut you hide is utterly tasteless I’ve called you a miscreant, a monster, a tool. You make me look insane, standing here like a fool You weasel, you pipsqueak, you vermin-like pest You ruined my whole afternoon and robbed my tiny place I’ll call you a buffoon, a loser, and a fink I'm stuck here, screaming insults, so I guess I'll never think You’re the villain of my story, you infuriating clot You zero, you dummy, you miserable little spot This feud is my destiny, you rat-faced hellion I'll be mad at you, tiny weasel, worth less than a trillion You're an acorn-obsessed monster, a garden terrorist You are a wretched horror, and I wish you were entombed You're a sewer-dwelling scumbag, you mangy, useless brute You make my blood run hotter than a spoiled, rotting fruit You're a twitchy, dirt-digging, garden-terrorizing tramp You’re a sewer-dwelling scumbag, you mangy, useless brute You look like a taxidermied, tiny circus clown Get your bushy tail off my side of the town! Get your bushy tail off, you twerp Yeah, get your bushy tail off, you twerp You're a zero, you're a flunk Get your bushy tail off, you skunk You make my blood run hotter, you oaf Get your bushy tail off, you nincompoop You are a wretched horror Get your bushy tail off my side of the town --- "Wretched Horror" Copyright © 2025 Rick n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]
