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 a choice between the two of you I'd choose 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
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked horse
You're soul's a heap of rubbish mangled up in tangled knots!
Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
"Stink, stank, stunk"

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch