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 have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
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 you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
you have termites 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 rotter, Mr. Grinch,
you're the king of sinful sots,
your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
with a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
you're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
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 have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
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 you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
you have termites 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 rotter, Mr. Grinch,
you're the king of sinful sots,
your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
with a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
you're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Credits
Writer(s): Theodor S. Geisel, Albert Hague
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- The Dawn of Grace (Deluxe)
- I Believe in Father Christmas (Cover)
- Rosemary Hill - EP
- Julia - Single
- We Are Love
- Sixpence None The Richer (Deluxe Anniversary Edition)
- Ring, Ring the Bells - Single
- The Ultimate Collection
- Lost Treasures: An Essential Rarities Collection
- Lost in Transition (Bonus Track Version)
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.