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

"All I need is a reindeer"
The Grinch looked around
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found
Did that stop the Grinch
Ha, the Grinch simply said
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he took his dog Max, he took some black thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head

Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks
On a ramshackle sleigh
And he whistled for Max
Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Whos lay asnooze in their town

All their windows were dark
No one knew he was there
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first little house on the square
"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist
Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch
He got stuck only once, for a minute or two
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row
"These stockings," he grinched, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags, then the Grinch, very nimbly
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!