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 39 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 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" 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 You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super naus You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked hoss Mr. Grinch You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce