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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,
You're heart's an empty hole,
You're brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic on your soles,
Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a,
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole,

You're a vile one,
Mr. Grinch,
There are termites in you're smile,
You have all the tempered 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, blasting skunk,
You're art is full of unwashed socks,
You're soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are, and I quote,
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!

You're a rotter,
Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful socks,
You're heart's a dead tomato with gold and purple spots,
Mr. Grinch,
You're soul's a piling dumpheap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable relish above,
Mangled up and tangled up knots!

You nauseat me,
Mr. Grinch,
With a noxious, super nause,
You're a crooked, jerky junkie,
And you drive a crook old horse,
Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!

It's the Grinch!
(choking, gagging, death sounds)
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,   You're heart's an empty hole,   You're brain is full of spiders,   You've got garlic on your soles,   Mr. Grinch,   I wouldn't touch you with a,   Thirty-nine and a half foot pole,      You're a vile one,   Mr. Grinch,   There are termites in you're smile,   You have all the tempered 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, blasting skunk,   You're art is full of unwashed socks,   You're soul is full of gunk,   Mr. Grinch,   The three words that best describe you are, and I quote,   Stink!   Stank!    Stunk!      You're a rotter,   Mr. Grinch,   You're the king of sinful socks,   You're heart's a dead tomato with gold and purple spots,   Mr. Grinch,   You're soul's a piling dumpheap,   Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable relish above,   Mangled up and tangled up knots!      You nauseat me,   Mr. Grinch,   With a noxious, super nause,   You're a crooked, jerky junkie,   And you drive a crook old horse,   Mr. Grinch,   You're a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich,   With arsenic sauce!      It's the Grinch!   (choking, gagging, death sounds)