You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

All the windows were dark,

No one knew he was here

All the whos were all dreaming

Sweet dreams without care

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.

All I need is a reindeer, so he took his dog, Max.

And he took some red thread and he tied a big horn on the top of his head.

Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!"

And the sleigh started down

To the homes where the whos lay a-snooze in their town.

"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed

And 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.

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant

Around the whole room, and he took every present!

Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! 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 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 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.