Scrooge

When a cold wind blows it chills you Chills you to the bone But there's nothing in nature that Freezes your heart Like years of being alone It paints you with indifference Like a lady paints with rouge And the worst of the worst The most hated and cursed Is the one that we call Scrooge (yeah) Unkind as any And the wrath of many This is Ebenezer Scrooge Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug There goes Mr. Grim If they gave a prize for bein' mean The winner would be him Oh, Scroogey loves his money 'Cause he thinks it gives him power If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour There goes Mr. Skinflint There goes Mr. Greed The undisputed master of The underhanded deed He charges folks a fortune For his dark and drafty houses As poor folk live in misery It's even worse for mouses He must be so lonely He must be so sad He goes to extremes To convince us he's bad He's really a victim of fear and of pride Look close and there must be A sweet man inside--Naaaah! There goes Mr. Outrage There goes Mr. Sneer He has no time for friends or fun His anger makes that clear Don't ask him for a favor 'Cause his nastiness increases No crust of bread for those in need No cheeses for us meeses There goes Mr. Heartless There goes Mr. Cruel He never gives He only takes He lets this hunger rule If bein' mean's a way of life you Practice and rehearse Then all that work is paying off 'Cause Scrooge is getting worse Every day In every way Scrooge is getting worse