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

You're a wild 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

You're a rotter

Mr Grinch

You're the king of sinful sots

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched

With moldy purple spots Mr Grinch

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce

You nauseate me

Mr Grinch

With a nauseous super naus

You're a crooked dirty jockey

And you drive a crooked horse Mr Grinch

Your soul is an appalling dump heap

Over flowing with the most disgraceful

Assortment of rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

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