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 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!
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 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!