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. 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!
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 words that best describe you

Are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!

You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,

Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an apalling 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 naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,

Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,

With arsenic sauce!