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

I'm 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 is 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

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

Or ask false and I could

Stink

Stank

Stunk

You're a rotter

Mr Grinch

You're the king of sinful sots

Your heart's a dead tomato splot

With moldy purple spots

Mr Grinch

Your soul is a falling jumping

Overflowing with the most disgraceful so mean up the poor

Rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in

Tangled up knots

You nauseate me

Mr Grinch

With a nauseous super naus

You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss

Mr Grinch

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce