The Grinch Song
You're a mean one, Mister Grinch You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch, You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mister Grinch, Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mister Grinch, You have termites in your smile, You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Grinch, Given a choice betwen the two of you I'd take the, um, seasick crocodile!
You're a rotter, Mister Grinch, You're the king of sinful sots, You're a heart of dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch, You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mister Grinch, With a nauseous super "naus!", You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Grinch, Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a foul one, Mister Grinch, You're a nasty wasty skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Grinch, The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"!