You're a Mean One, Mr

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch (From "How the Grinch Stole Christmas") - Christmas Singers

You're a mean one Mr. Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus

And as charming as an eel Mr. Gri-inch

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. Gri-inch

I wouldn't touch you with a 39½-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. Gri-inch

Given the 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 splotch

With moldy purple spots Mr. Gri-inch

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce

You nauseate me Mr. Grinch

With a nauseous super Naus

You're a crooked jerky jockey

And you drive a crooked Hoss Mr. Gri-inch

Your soul is an appalling dung heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

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. Gri-inch

The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote

Stink stank stunk