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 39 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 (stink) Stank (stank) Stunk You're a rotter Mr Grinch You're the king of sinful sots Your heart's a dead tomato squashed 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 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!

You're a mean one, Mr Grinch You really are a heel You're cuddly as a cactus You're charming as an eel Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana with a Greasy black peal You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart's and 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, and a wild one You've got termites on your smile You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile Mr Grinch Outta the two I'd choose the seasick crocodile

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! Oh, Mr. Grinch 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 a 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!" Mr. Grinch! You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss Mr. Grinch! You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch You're the king of sinful sots Your heart's a dead tomato Splotched with moldy purple dots Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch! Your soul is an appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful Assortment of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots! Mr. Grinch! Grinch!

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