Artist: Sixpence None the Richer
Title: You're A Mean one Mr. Grinch
Written by Dr. Seuss and Albert Hague
Album: Flying Tart Records Presents: Christmas in Heaven
Copyright EMI Robbins Catalogs, Inc. (ASCAP)
Tabbed by Kirk Bozeman (boze@longview.net)

NOTE: Special thanks to Kevin Jones (kevin.jones@bigfoot.com) for posting
the original lyrics to the song on his homepage
(http://pwp.value.net/mrgrinch/).

Standard Tuning

Introduction:
Am    Dm      Am    Dm      Am    Dm      E

Verse #1:
         Am        Dm     G
You're a mean one, Mister Grinch
    Am     D     E
You really are a heel
          Am        Dm
You're as cuddly as cactus
          G              C
You're as charming as an eel
       F        E
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
You're a bad banana with a
             Am    Dm
greasy black peel

Am    Dm      Am    Dm      E

Verse #2 (same chords for all verses):
You're a monster, Mister Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
I wouldn't touch you with a
                            Am    Dm
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole

Am    Dm

Verse #3:
You're a foul one, Mister Grinch
You're a nasty-wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
The three words that best describe you are as follows
                   Dm     E      Am
And I quote: StinkŠ stankŠ stunk

Verse #4:
You're a vile one, Mister Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of
A seasick crocodile
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
Given the choice between the two of you
                     Am    Dm
I'd take the seasick crocodile

Am    Dm      Am    Dm      E

Verse #5:
You're a rotter, Mister Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
Your soul is an appalling dump-heap, overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
               E          Am     Dm
Mangled-up and tangled-up knots

Am    Dm      Am    Dm      E

Verse #6:
You nauseate me, Mister Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"
You're a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked horse
Mister Gr - i - nch

(silence)
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
             Am     Dm
With arsenic sauce

Am    Dm      Am    Dm     Am  E  Am