What Is This Feeling?

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 disgustickified
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, ah

Loathing
Loathing
Loathing
So strong
Loathing, loathing, loathing, loathing you

Loathing, unadulterated loathing