All the windows were dark No one knew he was there All the whos were all dreaming Sweet dreams without care 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 red thread And he tied a big horn On the top of his head Then the Grinch said, "Giddap" And the sleigh started down To the homes where the who's Lay a-snooze in their town "This is stop number one" The old Grinchy clause 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 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, pompano's, and cookies, and drums Checkerboards, [Incomprehensible], 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 foul one, Mr. Grinch You're a nasty, wasty skunk Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch The three words that best describe you Are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk" You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch With a nauseas super-nous You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch You're a three decker sauerkraut And toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce