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. "All I need is a reindeer..." So he took his dog Max and he took some black thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Whos Lay a-snooze in their town. "This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa Claus could do it, then so could the Grinch. Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! (?), Cookies! And Drums! Checkerboards! Missile-beans! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
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. "All I need is a reindeer..." So he took his dog Max and he took some black thread And he tied a big horn on top of his head. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" And the sleigh started down Toward the homes where the Whos Lay a-snooze in their town. "This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa Claus could do it, then so could the Grinch. Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present! Pop guns! (?), Cookies! And Drums! Checkerboards! Missile-beans! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
