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 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