Songtext The grinch Vast

The grinch

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,
You're heart's an empty hole,
You're brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic on your soles,
Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a,
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole,

You're a vile one,
Mr. Grinch,
There are termites in you're smile,
You have all the tempered sweetness of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch,
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a foul one,
Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty, blasting skunk,
You're art is full of unwashed socks,
You're soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are, and I quote,
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!

You're a rotter,
Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful socks,
You're heart's a dead tomato with gold and purple spots,
Mr. Grinch,
You're soul's a piling dumpheap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable relish above,
Mangled up and tangled up knots!

You nauseat me,
Mr. Grinch,
With a noxious, super nause,
You're a crooked, jerky junkie,
And you drive a crook old horse,
Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!

It's the Grinch!
(choking, gagging, death sounds)