You're a mean one, Bin Laden
You really are a heel
You're as prickly as a cactus
You're slimier than an eel
Bin Laden

You're a rotten banana with a
Smelly green peel

You're a monster, Bin Laden
In your head should be a hole
You've got the brains of a spider
You've got onion in your soul
Bin Laden

I wouldn't touch you
Not with a million and one and a half foot pole

You're a vile one, Bin Laden
You have a cockroach's smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile
Bin Laden

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd let you have
The seasick crocodile

You're a foul one, Bin Laden
You're a smelly, stinky skunk
You really wanted to sink our stocks
And fill it up with junk
Bin Laden

The three words that best describes you are as follows and I quote
STINK STANK STUNK

You're a rotter, Bin Laden
You're the king of sinful snots
You're a dead potato
Splot with moldy green spots
Bin Laden

Your soul is an appalling dung heap
With the vilest assortment of non-biodegradable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up, tangled up in knots.

You nauseate me, Bin Laden
With a naus super-amel
You're a crooked desert jockey
And you drive a crooked camel
Bin Laden

Having you around is like being forced to eat a three-Decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce