All the windows were dark. No one knew he was there.
All the who's 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,
And 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 the top of his head.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddyup!" 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 Claus hissed
As she climbed to the roof, empty bags in her 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 slunked, with a smile most
unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and took every present.
Pop-guns! ? And cookies! And Drums!
Checkerboards! ? 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 nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!
