You’re a mean one, Jack Noir You never learned to feel! You’re as jolly as an Ogre With a heart as warm as steel Jack Nooooooo-iiir! You’re a psychopath who’s gonna, Wreck the battlefield!
You’re a monster, Jack Noir You’re worse than every troll! Your thoughts are filled with murder You’ve got hatred in your soul Jack Nooooooo-iiir! I wouldn’t touch you with an, Astronomical-Unit Pole!
You’re a vile one, Jack Noir You’ve got a lying scumbag smile! You have all the sensibility Of a corporate nakkadile Jack Nooooooo-iiir! Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the corporate nakkadile!
You’re a foul one, Jack Noir With an overcrowded trunk! Your deck is full of ratty spades And bulging with hunk rump Jack Nooooooo-iiir! The three words that best describe you, Are as follows and I quote: Slick! Slack! Slunk!
You’re a rotter, Jack Noir You’re the king of dersite crocks! Your heart’s a lump of cruxite Marked with awful, messy cuts Jack Nooooooo-iiir! Your inventory is an appalling dump heap, Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable cutlery imaginable Mangled up in magazine scots!
You nauseate me, Jack Noir With your nauseous black romance! You’re a crooked gangly gangster, And you wield a twisted horse, Jack Nooooooo-iiir! You’re a three-decker marble and crude-oil sandwich, With Crocker soup-sauce!