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. GrinchYou'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!

Oh, Mr. Grinch

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 a 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 words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote

"Stink, stank, stunk!"

Mr. Grinch!

You′re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss

Mr. Grinch!

You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch

You′re the king of sinful sots

Your heart′s a dead tomato

Splotched with moldy purple dots

Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch!

Your soul is an appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful

Assortment of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots!

Mr. Grinch!

Grinch!