do not like your suit of tweed
I do not like it- and, indeed-
I do not like your ship of blue
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
I do not like that tell-tale sound
That means your ship has run aground
I do not like your red fez too
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
I do not like the way you walk
That stupid way of which you talk
Much better if your words are few
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
You always spoil every plan
You always prattle, if you can
You always know just what to do-
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
You have a thing for planet Earth
And normally we'd give it a berth
But all our plans you see right through
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
That sonic screwdriver is a mess
And always puts us in distress
Those annoying friends that you have too
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
Daleks hate you, Cybermen too
Angels and Silence can't stand you
Your enemies escalate one hundred-and-two
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
I do not like the way you dress
Each regeneration is a mess
Your immaturity grew and grew
I do not like you, Doctor Who.
I do not like your intellect
I hate it when you introspect
I do not like your daft bow tie
I really wish that you would die
You are really quite a pest
And all our patience you do test
We simply don't know what to do
We do not like you, Doctor Who.
So sorry to hear this nasty chatter
But anyway, it doesn't matter
Your plans I've foiled; so now you know
Before I dash- GEROMINO!!