When a cold wind blows, it chills you
Like an icy knife
But there’s nothing on earth that freezes your heart
Like a villainous scientist’s life
It marks you with indifference
Like the numbers on a clock
And the worst of the worst
The most vile and cursed
Is the one we call the Doc
Contempt for nature, all reason to hate ya’
He’s Robotnik, Eggman, Doc

There goes Mr. Robots
There goes Mr. Bald
He’s earned a lot of nasty names
And with them he’s always called
Old Eggman loves machines because they grant him tons of power
If he were teacher of a class, he’d lecture on for hours

There goes Mr. Airships
There goes Sir Insane
He doesn’t care for kindly deeds
He’ll only cause you pain
He’ll blow up half the neighborhood and make you live in boxes
Echidnas, hedgehogs run from him, he’s even worse to foxes

He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
It must be an act to convince us he’s bad
Perhaps he is blinded by power and pride
Just look, and there might be a kind man inside
Nah, uh-uh

There goes Mr. Oilcan
There goes Mr. Gear
He has no friends with which he chats
Because they run in fear
Don’t ask him for a favor, lest his anger level rises
And when he’s peaked, he’ll show you why in boxing he’s earned prizes

There goes Mr. Hermit
There goes Mr. Stache
When he points a gun straight at your head
Just give him all your cash
If nastiness were in a play, he’s got his role rehearsed
And all his deeds are paying off, cuz Eggman’s getting worse
Every day, in every way, Eggman’s getting worse!