You're a cornball, Mr. Jim.
Like in "Man on the Moon"
Always joking like a crackpot,
Hittin' yourself upon the head.
Mr. Jim.

You're a bad actor.
With a role that's unreal.

You are messed up, Mr. Jim.
You have to many roles.
You're brain is all melted down,
It's just like an empty bowl.
Mr. Jim.

I wouldn't watch you, even,
If you were in "Lost Souls".

You're an actor, Mr. Jim.
You have only five good shows.
But the rest of all your movies,
All to me just really blow.
Mr. Jim.

Given the choice between the two shows.
I'd take the movie "Liar, Liar".

You've got foul taste, Mr. Jim.
In one movie, you look like a punk.
You've got really gangly teeth,
Which is also full of gunk.
Mr. Jim!


Three words best describe you,
Are, I quote, "Funny, skank, stunk."


You're a loser, Mr. Jim.
You're the king of acting, though,
Your word's a dead over roadkill,
With all impaling little guts.
Mr. Jim.

Your acting's an impaling spear head, penetrating,
With a big tipful of rust and gore of deplorable,
Rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in a wolverine's mouth.


You're complicating, Mr. Jim.
With rolechanging when no one knows.
You'd be off a big disc jockey,
Rather than an actor who really blows.
Mr. Jim.

You're two timing big-butt, and roadkill,
Actor.
With very bad taste.