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