AUTHOR'S NOTE: Only one month until Christmas! I'll likely do another Yuletide song later, but enjoy this one first. I love Jar Jar, really I do, but I'm of a repressed minority.
You're A Dumb One, Mr. Binks
Premise: All the Star Wars characters were liked a lot. But the Binks, who ruined Episode 1, was not.
To: Dr. Suess' "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch"
You're a dumb one, Mr. Binks.
You're such an imbecile.
You're as clever as a cactus,
Your face looks like an eel.
Mr. Binks.
I'd like to run you over
With an automobile.
You're a moron, Mr. Binks.
Your head's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of cobwebs,
You can't think to save your soul.
Mr. Binks.
I'd like to strike you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a dense one, Mr. Binks.
You have seafood in your smile.
You have all the mental prowess
Of a drunken imbecile.
Mr. Binks.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the drunken imbecile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Binks.
You're a clumsy, wumsy punk.
You have the smell of unwashed socks
You speak like you are drunk.
Mr. Binks.
The three words that best describe you
are as follows, and I quote: "Jar. Jar. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Binks.
You're the king of silly sots.
I really wish that you got shot
By those battle robots.
Mr. Binks.
Your movie is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Binks.
With a nauseous super-naus.
I really wish that you had
Gotten "crunched" up by your "Boss".
Mr. Binks.
I'll make you into a three-decker Gungan and swamp-grass
sandwich
With idiot sauce.