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

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

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 crocodile

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 best 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 hearts a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots

Mr Grinch

Your sole is a appalling 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 noxious super nos

You're a crooked jerky jockey and

You drive a crooked horse

Mr Grinch!

You're a three-decker sauerkraut

And toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce!