You Are 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

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