You're a mean one Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus
And as charming as an eel
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
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
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
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
Your soul is an apalling 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
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!