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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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You really are a heel
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You're as cuddly as a cactus
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You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
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You're a bad banana with greasy black peel
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You're a monster Mr. Grinch
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Your heart's an empty hole
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Your brain is full of spiders
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You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
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I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole
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You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
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You have termites in your smile
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You have all the tender sweetness
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Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
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Given a choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
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You're a nasty-wasty skunk
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks
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Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
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The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
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"Stink, stank, stunk!"
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You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
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You're the king of sinful sots
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Your heart's a dead tomato
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Sploched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch
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Your soul is an appalling dump heap
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Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable
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Mangled up in tangled up knots
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