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!

Oh, Mr. Grinch

You’re a vile 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 take the seasick crocodile!

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!

Mr. Grinch!
You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You’re the king of sinful sots
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!