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. Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile


You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots
Mr. Grinch

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce
Oh, Mr. Grinch
Mr. Grinch.