I loathe you worse than swarms of flies
Girls who mock my penis size
And teens who text on cell phones while they’re driving
“Toxic Hell” food is forlorn
Just like bondage midget porn
Cats and the ballet
I’ll tolerate surviving

I hate you, I hate you
I hate you so much
Bobby, I hate you

Perverted Myspace stalker creeps
Who wish to meet I want delete
Those alarm clocks with infernal beeps
They’re lame like you
My favorite store that went bankrupt
Getting hit right there without a cup
It pains me
As much as your strange vocals do

I loathe you, I loathe you
Crap, I loathe you (Sound weird!)
Bobby, I loathe you

The cauliflower I’ve chocked down
Youtube dorks that cry “Watch This!”
While bottled water makes me frown
Your music makes me nauseous

The 3 O’clock Disney Parade
And guests who ask “When’s it today?”
I’ll toss them all a live grenade
But you’re far worse
You’re like killer bees
Or face planting cause I can’t ski
Like shark attacks while out at sea
Still you make me madder

Dislike you, Dislike you
Dude, I dislike you (Honest)
Bob I dislike you

Chris Martin’s young child named after a fruit
Those itchy fleas inside my boot
Now I would like to shoo Dylan goodbye
When my pants split in public’s eye
That McDonald’s junk that’s all deep-fried
And Non-English speaking tour guides
And cheap hair-dye…

Hate you, I hate you
Damn, I hate you so much!
Bobby, I hate you!