Dear Galinda, you are just too good
How do you stand it? I don't think I could
She's a terror, she's a tartar,
we don't mean to show a bias
But, Galinda, you're a martyr
Poor Galinda, forced to reside
With someone so disgusticified
We just want to tell you,
we're all on your side
We share your loathing
Unadulterated loathing
For her face, her voice, her clothing
Let's just say
We loathe it all
Every little trait, however small
Makes our very flesh begin to crawl
Ah
Loathing
Loathing
Loathing
So strong
Loathing
Loathing
Loathing
Loathing you
Loathing
Unadulterated loathing