You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
 You really are a heel
 You're as cuddly as a cactus
 You're slippery 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 vile 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
 Take it Mr. Grinch
 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
 Your soul is an appalling dump heap
 Overflowing with the most disgraceful
 Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
 Mangled up in tangled up knots
 Mr. Grinch