Lyrics youre a mean one mr. grinch burl ives

All the windows were dark
No one knew he was here
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
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

All I need is a reindeer
So he took his dog, Max
And he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn
On the top of his head

Then the Grinch said "Giddap"
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
And he climbed to the roof
Empty bags in his 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 slunk
With a smile most unpleasant
Around the whole room
And he took every present

Pop guns, and bicycles
Roller skates, drums
Checkerboards, tricycles
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 nauseaus super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse
Mr. Grinch

You're
A three decker saurkraut
And toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce

You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch by Burl Ives

All the windows were dark

No one knew he was here

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

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

All I need is a reindeer

So he took his dog, Max

And he took some red thread

And he tied a big horn

On the top of his head

Then the Grinch said "Giddap"

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

And he climbed to the roof

Empty bags in his 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 slunk

With a smile most unpleasant

Around the whole room

And he took every present

Pop guns, and bicycles

Roller skates, drums

Checkerboards, tricycles

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 nauseaus super-naus

You're a crooked jerky jockey

And you drive a crooked horse

Mr. Grinch

You're

A three decker saurkraut

And toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce