You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
And as charming as an eel, Mr. Gri-inch...
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. Gri-inch...
I wouldn't touch you with a 39½-foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Gri-inch...
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 splotch
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Gri-inch...
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, jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked "Hoss", Mr. Gri-inch...
Your soul is an appalling dung 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. Gri-inch...
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink... stank... stunk!"
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