With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Saint Nick
Ho, ho, ho!
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
Just face the music, you’re a monster, Mr. Grinch, yes, you are
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 know, if you ask the Who’s Who of Whoville
No one’s denyin'
You’re a vile 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 you
I’d take the seasick crocodile