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!"