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You're The Worst
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My friend, I know you best
But I like you anyway
And a real pal tells the truth
Warts and all the way
Instead of a phony toast
You deserve an honest roast
So let's all raise a glass
To my favorite pain in the ass!
To Sir Toby Belch!
To Sir Toby Belch!
You're the worst
You're a slouch
A potato gone bad on the couch
You're a leech
And a glut
And your ego's as big as your gut!
Your burps are so famous
They're part of your name
You smell like perfume
Made of whiskey and shame
Let me tell ya, first
That you are the worst!
(You are the worst!)
Who is the worst?
(Toby's the worst!)
A mellifluous voice
As I am true knight
To Sir Andrew!
To Sir Andrew!
You're the worst!
(You're the worst!)
You're a drag, can't flirt
You're way out of a paper bag
You're a wimp
And naïve
It says gullible there on your sleeve
Where?!
So you think you can dance
But trust me, you can't
You've the wit of a toad
And the brain of an ant
So let me tell ya, first
That you are the worst!
(You are the worst!)
Who is the worst?
(Andrew's the worst!)
What a caterwauling do you keep here!
For the love o' God, peace!
To Maria!
To Maria!
You're the worst!
(You're the worst!)
You're the—
And you've got—
Actually, Maria's kinda the best
I got nothing
Anyone?!
To Feste!
To Feste!
You're the worst
(You're the worst!)
You're a fool (Clever)