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! Oh, Mr. Grinch 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 a 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!" Mr. Grinch! You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss Mr. Grinch! You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce! You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch You're the king of sinful sots 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!