You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch

All the windows were dark

No one knew he was there

All the whos were all dreaming

Sweet dreams without care

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

All I need is a reindeer

So he took his dog, Max

And he took some red thread

And he tied a big horn

On the top of his head

Then the Grinch said, "Giddap"

And the sleigh started down

To the homes where the who's

Lay a-snooze in their town

"This is stop number one"

The old Grinchy clause hissed

And he climbed to the roof

Empty bags in his fist

Then he slid down the chimney

A rather tight pinch

But, if Santa could do it

Then so could the Grinch

Then he slithered and slunk

With a smile most unpleasant

Around the whole room

And he took every present

Pop guns, pompano's, and cookies, and drums

Checkerboards, [Incomprehensible], popcorn and plums

And he stuffed them in bags

Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags

One by one, up the chimney

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 nauseate me, Mr. Grinch

With a nauseas super-nous

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