The Grinch Lyrics

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, You're heart's an empty hole, You're brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic on your soles, Mr. Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a, Thirty-nine and a half foot pole,

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch, There are termites in you're smile, You have all the tempered 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, blasting skunk, You're art is full of unwashed socks, You're soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch, The three words that best describe you are, and I quote, Stink! Stank! Stunk!
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch, You're the king of sinful socks, You're heart's a dead tomato with gold and purple spots, Mr. Grinch, You're soul's a piling dumpheap, Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable relish above, Mangled up and tangled up knots!

You nauseat me, Mr. Grinch, With a noxious, super nause, You're a crooked, jerky junkie, And you drive a crook old horse, Mr. Grinch, You're a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich, With arsenic sauce!

It's the Grinch! (choking, gagging, death sounds)

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