You Are a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

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
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 have 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 crockodile

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 apalling 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 nauseaus super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce

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