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 (Oh, 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
Oh, Mr. Grinch

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
You have termites in your smile (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 (Ugh)
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
The three best words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
"Stink (Stink), stank (Stank), stunk"
Mr. Grinch
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse
Mr. Grinch
You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots (Of sinful sots, oh)
Your heart's a dead tomato
Splotched with moldy purple dots
Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
Of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots

Mr. Grinch
Grinch