Stuff in a beaker, is green and bubbly
I don't know just what is in there
Hope it will make my, enemy weaker
By making his head lose its hair
Others cause sleep and, some will make him restless
One makes him act like a chair
And some are worthless, should have put labels
Sometimes my mind's not aware
Oh no I can't find my sneakers
I could have placed them anywhere
At one point I was a teacher
Then they made me get out since they were scared
I took my lab to this lair

It was a blessing the bums had me kicked out
Far from the structure out there
People there told me, no more explosions
Oh those people are so unfair
For those who have mocked me, what I'm concocting
Will turn them into green pears
If it is perfect. If not oh well
Might as well have made air

And now to whom am I speaking?
Well since I'm insane I should not care
But if you heard all my speaking
I am gonna pour potions on your hair
'Til you turn into a mare

(maniacal cackling and shrieking until the end)