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Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot
But the Grinch
Who lived just north of Who-ville, did not!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small
But, whatever the reason
His heart or his shoes
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a hollywho wreath
Trim up the tree with Christmas stuff
Like bingle balls and Whofoo fluff
Trim up the town with goowho gums and bizilbix and wums
Trim every blessed window
And trim every blessed door
Hang up whoboohoo bricks
Then run out and get some more
Hang pantookas on the ceiling
Pile pankunas on the floor
Trim every blessed needle
On the blessed Christmas tree
Christmas comes tomorrow
Trim you, trim me
Trim up your pets with fuzzle fuzz
And whiffer bloofs and wuzzle wuzz
Trim up your uncle and your aunt
With yards of whofut flant
Trim every house in Whoville
From the cellar to the roof
Hang up a mile of dafflers
And three miles of snaffer snoof!
Hang dang-donglers on the bathtub
Trim the occupant with floof!
To every home in Whoville
And to every blessed Who
Christmas comes tomorrow
Trim me! Trim you!
Trim up the tree with Christmas stuff
Like bingle balls and Whofoo fluff
Trim up the town with goowho gums and bizilbix and wums!
Trim up the tree with and bizilbix and wums!
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming
"I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"
"For, tomorrow, I know
All those Who girls and boys will wake bright and early
They'll rush for their toys and then
Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There's one thing I hate, all the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals, racing 'round on their wheels
They'll dance with jingtinglers tied under their heels
They'll blow their floofloovers, they'll bang their tartookas
They'll blow their whohoopers, they'll bang their gardookas
They'll beat their trumtookas, they'll slam their slooslunkas
They'll beat their blumbloopas, they'll wham their whowonkas
And they'll play noisy games like zoozittacarzay
A roller-skate type of lacrosse and croquet!
And then they'll make ear-splitting noises galooks
On their great big electro whocarnio flooks!
Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a feast
And they'll feast! And they'll feast! And they'll FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They'll feast on Who pudding, and rare Who roast beast
Raw roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least!
And then they'll do something I hate most of all!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small
Will stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing
They'll stand hand-in-hand, and those Whos will start singing!"
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Christmas! Come this way
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day
Welcome, welcome, fahoo ramus
Welcome, welcome, dahoo damus
Christmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Welcome, welcome Christmas Day
"They'll sing! And they'll sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!"
And the more the Grinch thought of this Who Christmas Sing
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
Why for 53 years I've put up with it now!
I must stop Christmas from coming! But how?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea!
"I know just what to do!" The Grinch laughed in his throat
"I'll make a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat"
He chuckled, and clucked, "What a great grinchy trick!
With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!"
"All I need is a reindeer" The Grinch looked around
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found
Did that stop the Grinch? Hah! The Grinch simply said
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he took his dog Max, and he took some black thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head
Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh and he whistled for Max
Then the Grinch said "Giddyap!" and the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Whos lay a-snooze in their town
All their windows were dark. No one knew he was there
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house of the square
"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed
As he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist
Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch
He got stuck only once, for a minute or two
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings hung all in a row
"These stockings," he grinched, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns, pampoogas, pantookas, and drums!
Checkerboards, bizilbigs, popcorn, and plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney
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! 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!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites 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!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast!
He took the Who pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash
Why, that Grinch even took the last can of Who hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee
"And now," grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!"
As the Grinch took the tree, as he started to shove
He heard a small sound like the coo of a dove
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was no more than two
She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why
Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?"
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side
So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear
I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here"
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink, and he sent her to bed
And when Cindy-Lou Who was in bed with her cup
He crupt to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar
And the last thing he took was the log for their fire
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire
And the one speck of food that he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse
Then he did the same thing to the other Whos' houses
Leaving crumbs much too small for the other Whos' mouses!
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!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots
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!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, with a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked hoss
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
It was quarter of dawn. All the Whos still a-bed
All the Whos still a-snooze, when he packed up his sled
Packed it up with their presents, their ribbons, their wrappings
Their snoof and their fuzzles, their tringlers and trappings!
Ten thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpet
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinchily humming
"They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry boo-hoo!
That's a noise," grinned the Grinch, "that I simply must hear!"
He paused, and the Grinch put a hand to his ear
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow
It started in low, then it started to grow
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Christmas! Come this way
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day
Welcome, welcome, fahoo ramus
Welcome, welcome, dahoo damus
Christmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp
But this, this sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded glad!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small
Was singing without any presents at all!
He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch feet ice-cold in the snow
Stood puzzling and puzzling. "How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes, or bags!"
He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before
Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store
Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say
That the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day!
And then the true meaning of Christmas came through
And the Grinch found the strength of ten Grinches, plus two!
And now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
With a smile in his soul, he descended Mount Crumpet
Cheerily blowing "Who! Who!" on his trumpet
He road into Whoville. He brought back their toys
He brought back their floof to the Who girls and boys
He brought back their snoof and their tringlers and fuzzles
Brought back their pantookas, their dafflers and wuzzles
He brought everything back, all the food for the feast!
And he, he himself, the Grinch carved the roast beast!
Welcome Christmas. Bring your cheer
Cheer to all Whos, far and near
Christmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to grasp
Christmas Day will always be
Just as long as we have we
Welcome Christmas while we stand
Heart to heart and hand in hand
Welcome Christmas, fahoo ramus
Welcome Christmas, dahoo damus
Welcome Christmas while we stand
Heart to heart and hand in hand
Fahoo forays, dahoo dorays
Welcome, welcome Christmas
Christmas Day