Have you seen the ugly Vogons
With their heads mashed in?
They discourage any thinking
That’s why they don’t grin
I don’t think their skin can form a smile

Have you seen the leader Vogons
Making highway spans?
They demolished any morons
Who don’t fit their plans
Poetry at hand might melt your face off

In their styes with all that ugly
They got rid of Earth for a road
No surprise, they really bug me
Hate those guys and their skulldugg’ry

(Bureaucratic, officious, bad-tempered and callous solo, somehow involving forms filled out in triplicate and lost before being recycled as fire-lighters.)

Ev'rywhere there's lots of Vogons
With bad-tempered odes
You can see they’re all officious,
Bureaucratic toads
Being callous loads to all existence