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 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 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 nauseous super-naus

You're a crooked, jerky jockey

And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce