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 (Oh, 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 Oh, Mr. Grinch You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch) You have termites in your smile (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 foul one, Mr. Grinch You're a nasty wasty skunk (Ugh) Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch) The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote "Stink (Stink), stank (Stank), stunk" Mr. Grinch You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse Mr. Grinch You're a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch You're the king of sinful sots (Of sinful sots, oh) Your heart's a dead tomato Splotched with moldy purple dots Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch Your soul is an appalling dump heap Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment Of the most deplorable rubbish imaginable Mangled up in tangled up knots Mr. Grinch Grinch