You're Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel, you're a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch

I'm 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

You wouldn't touch me
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 us
You'd take the seasick crocodile, ew

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 me
Are stink, stank, stunk

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch

My soul is overflowing
With the most disgraceful
Rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots

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