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 foul 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 rotter, Mr. Grinch, You're the king of sinful sots, Your heart's a dead tomato splotched With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch, With a nauseous super 'naus', You're a crooked dirty jockey And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots!
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!'
