You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as charming as a cactus

You're as cuddly 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

No, I wouldn't touch you, with a

Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

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 rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

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