Sixpence None the Richer — Youre A Mean One Mr. Grinch

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch Author: Dr. Seuss 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 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 crockodile 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 best Are, 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 splot With moldy purple spots Mr. Grinch Your soul is an apalling 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 nauseaus super-naus You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse Mr. Grinch You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool Sandwich With arsenic sauce