You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as charming as a cactus
You're as cuddly 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 have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
No, I wouldn't touch you, with a
Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

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
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
With the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
Ew