You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

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 one-half foot pole.

 

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!

 

(Solo) The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:

(everyone) Stink! Stank! Stunk!

 

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.

With a nauseous super naus.

You’re a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch!

 

(Solo) You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich…

(Everyone) With arsenic sauce!