Scrooge

Scrooge

When a cold wind blows

It chills you

Chills you to the bone

And there is nothing in nature that freezes your heart

Like years of being alone

It paints you with indifference

Like a lady paints with rouge

And the worst of the worst

The most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call scrooge

Unkind as any

And the wrath of many

Oh there goes Mr. Humbug

There goes Mr. Grim

If they gave a prize for being mean

The winner would be him

Old scrooge loves his money

'Cause he thinks it gives him power

If he became a flavor

You can bet he would be sour

There goes Mr. Skin Flint

There goes Mr. Greed

The undisputed master of the underhanded dead

He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses

Us poor folk live in misery

It's even worse for mouse's

(Please sir I want some cheese)

He must be so lonely

He must be so sad

He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad

He's really a victim of fear and of pride

Look close and there must be a sweet man inside

(Nah)

(Uh uh)

There goes Mr. Outrage

There goes Mr. Sneer

He has no time for friends or fun

His anger makes that clear

Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases

No crust of bread for those in need

No cheeses for use meaces

There goes Mr. Heartless

There goes Mr. Cruel

He never gives, he only takes

He lets his hunger rule

If being mean is a way of life

You practice and rehearse

Then all that work is paying off

'Cause scrooge is getting worse

Every day in every way

Scrooge is getting worse