You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus

You're as charming as an eel

Mr. Grinch (oh, Mr. Grinch)

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch

Your heart's an empty hole

Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch

I wouldn't touch you with a

Thirty-nine and a half foot pole

Mr. Grinch

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)

You have termites in your smile (in your smile)

You have all the tender sweetness

Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch

Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch

You're a nasty wasty skunk

Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk

Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote

Stink (stink)

Stank (stank)

Stunk

Mr. Grinch you're a crooked jerky jockey

And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch

You're a toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce

You're a rotter Mr. Grinch

You're the king of sinful sots (of sinful sots)

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots

Mr. Grinch

Mr. Grinch

Mr. Grinch

Your soul is an appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

Mr. Grinch

Grinch!