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. 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 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. Your heart is full of unwashed socks. Your soul is full of gunk, Mr Grinch. The three best words that best describe you, Are as follows, and I quote" Stink! Stank! Stunk! You're a rotter Mr Grinch You're the king of sinful sots Your hearts a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots Mr Grinch Your sole is a appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a noxious super nos You're a crooked jerky jockey and, You drive a crooked horse Mr Grinch! You're a three-decker sauerkraut And toadstool sandwich, With arsenic sauce!