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 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 deplorable rubbish imaginable,
I Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a nauseous 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!
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 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 deplorable rubbish imaginable,
I Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr Grinch With a nauseous 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!
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Writer(s): Albert Hague, Theodor S. Geisel
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