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

Oh, 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 (Ugh)

Your heart is full of unwashed socks

Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)

The three best 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, oh)

Your heart's a dead tomato

Splotched with moldy purple dots

Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch

Your soul is an appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment

Of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

Mr. Grinch

Grinch