You're the
Butcher,Tavington
(You're a mean one, Mr.
Grinch).
You're the Butcher,
Tavington
You're the worst Green
Dragoon
You're as friendly as a
sabre
You'll send us to our doom
Tavington
You're not a gentleman
You really are a heel
You're the Butcher,
Tavington
Your sneer is so well
known
Your conscience
nonexistent
You will make the women
moan
Tavington
I wouldn't fight you, with
a
thirty-nine-and-a-half
foot pole
You're the Butcher,
Tavington
You're so hateful and so
mean
You have all the moral
fiber
Of a debauched libertine
Tavington.
Given the choice between
the two of you
I'd take the debauched
libertine
You're the Butcher,
Tavington
You're a first class
martinet
Ben Martin hates your
filthy guts
Of that you sure can bet
Tavington
The best way I can
describe you
is, quite simply, crude,
rude,lewd!