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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 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.
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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.
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.
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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 uh... seasick crocodile.
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 uh... seasick crocodile.
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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'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."
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You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.
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You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.
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Cindy Lou Who: Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree, why?
Narrator: But do you know, the Grinch was so smart and so slick,
That he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Grinch: Why my sweet little tot,
Narrator: - -the fake Santie Claus lied -...
Grinch: ...there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
So I'm taking it home to my work shop, my dear.
I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here.
Narrator: And his fib fooled the child. So he got her a drink and he patted her head and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy Lou Who was in bed with her cup,
He crept to the chimbley and stuffed the tree up.
Then he went up the chimbley himself, the old liar,
And the last thing he took was the log for their fire.
Narrator: But do you know, the Grinch was so smart and so slick,
That he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Grinch: Why my sweet little tot,
Narrator: - -the fake Santie Claus lied -...
Grinch: ...there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
So I'm taking it home to my work shop, my dear.
I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here.
Narrator: And his fib fooled the child. So he got her a drink and he patted her head and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy Lou Who was in bed with her cup,
He crept to the chimbley and stuffed the tree up.
Then he went up the chimbley himself, the old liar,
And the last thing he took was the log for their fire.
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Grinch: It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages boxes, or bags!
Narrator: And he puzzled and puzzled, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more."
It came without packages boxes, or bags!
Narrator: And he puzzled and puzzled, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more."