We have him every week
one His arguments are weak
He's got no hair
And pants right up to here (indicate half-way up chest)
Don't cut him any slack
Just stab him in the back
Imagination
Wasn't part of his creation


Come on Gydie, don't get snidey (ah ah ah yeah) x2
Come on Gydie, don't get snidey (ooahoo ooahoo)

He has a sewn-up eye
two Dunno if he's a guy
His car he has to sell
I hope he burns in hell
He smells like old coffee
He's been eating toffee
Then he ate my cat
That's how he got so fat

Chorus

Repeat verse one

Chorus

(said) "Oh, Mr Gyde! I've had so much fun!
I just can't wait.... until your life is done."