You're a bastard 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 junkie 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 wanna touch you, with a Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole You're a screwup Mr. Grinch You're a nasty, wasty skunk Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk Mr. Grinch There's three words that best describe you and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk" Ha ha ha...