You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You really are a heel You're as charming as a cactus You're as cuddly 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 have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch No, I wouldn't touch you, with a Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole
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 apalling dump heap overflowing With the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots Ew
