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.

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 mouldy purple spots
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling 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.

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