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

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

No one's denying

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 the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile