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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch, |
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You really are a heel, |
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You're as cuddly as a cactus, |
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You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch. |
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You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! |
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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch, |
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Your heart's an empty hole, |
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Your brain is full of spiders, |
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You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. |
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I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! |
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch, |
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You have termites in your smile. |
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You have all the tender sweetness |
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Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch. |
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Given the choice between the two of you |
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I'd take the seasick crocodile! |
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You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch, |
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You're the king of sinful sots, |
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Your heart's a dead tomato splotched |
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With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. |
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You're a three decker sauerkraut |
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and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! |
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You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, |
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With a nauseous super "naus", |
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You're a crooked dirty jockey |
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And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch. |
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Your soul is an appalling dump heap |
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Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable |
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Mangled up in tangled up knots! |
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch, |
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You're a nasty wasty skunk, |
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks, |
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Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch. |
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The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, |
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"Stink, stank, stunk!" |
