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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

I know the Grinch he stole Christmas
'Cuz his heart was two sizes too small
I know the Grinch he stole Christmas
'Cuz his heart was two sizes too small

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked horse, 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'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!"

I know the Grinch he stole Christmas
'Cuz his heart was two sizes too small
I know the Grinch he stole Christmas
'Cuz his heart was two sizes too small
Too small