You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch Songtext
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You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch Songtext
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
39 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 (stink)
Stank (stank)
Stunk
You′re a rotter Mr Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots
Mr Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
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!
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
39 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 (stink)
Stank (stank)
Stunk
You′re a rotter Mr Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots
Mr Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
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!
Writer(s): Albert Hague, Theodor S. Geisel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com