You're a Mean One, Mister Grinch
You're a mean one, Mister Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
you're as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mister Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders,
you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mister Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness
of a seasick crocodile, Mister Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you
I'd take the, um, seasick crocodile!
You're a rotter, Mister Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
You're a heart of dead tomato
squashed with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mister Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus!",
You're a crooked dirty jockey
and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable
mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a foul one, Mister Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
your soul is full of gunk, Mister Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
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