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

(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 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

(Oh, 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

(Of sinful sots, oh)

Your heart's a dead tomato

(Your heart's a dead tomato)

Splotched with moldy purple dots (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!