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 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 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 dirty jockey

And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch

You're a three-decker sauerkraut

And toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!