| Lyrics: | 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!
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,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super naus!,
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. 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, 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 |
