What hutzpah! What nonsense. You've got some gall. You cannot face the awful truth my friend. I'm not your friend at all
What rubbish what drivel You've got your nerve. You cannot fact the awful truth my friend You'll get whet you deserve
You're crazy you're silly and you're a bore. You cannot fact the awful truth my friend. I cannot take much more
Yes, you will get what you deserve. You've spent a lifetime writing music in the service of the Lord, and now this uncouth little genius comes on board
You've worked so hard to make your music as inspiring as you could; though he works half as hard his music's twice as good
But he is no threat at all, he's no threat at all. 'tis no sweat at all
You're lying, you're lying and I can tell
And I can tell you where to go my friend
You're lying but not well
Well I'm beginning to get quite angry, soon I'll be an angry man. I'll be a very angry man
Obnoxious creep
I pity I pity I pity you
Well I don't need your pious pity and what's more I don't need you
I am a Christian man with patience and forgiveness in my soul but if you push me I might lose my self control
Hey you are no threat at all, you're no threat at all, 'tis no sweat at all
That does it. I've had it right up to here
You cannot face the awful truth my friend
My friend your end is drawing near
I do believe I have finally shown you why you are an angry man you are a very angry man
I've got some poison in this bottle here that should do the trick
Oh no, Herr Bach. Look what you've don you oaf, you bumped me and you made me poison the wrong one. You are a stupid clumsy oaf, that's what you are