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 foul 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 rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super 'naus'
You're a crooked dirty jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. 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, 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 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 foul 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 rotter, Mr. Grinch You're the king of sinful sots Your heart's a dead tomato splotched With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseous super 'naus' You're a crooked dirty jockey And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. 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, 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! ' Explain Request ×
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