LYRICS
作词 : Theodore Geisel/Albert Hague
作曲 : Theodore Geisel/Albert Hague
All the windows were dark. No one knew he was there.
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 black thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddyup!" 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
As she climbed to the roof, empty bags in her 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 slunked, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and took every present.
Pop-guns! Pompo-nuts! And cookies! And Drums!
Checkerboards! Mistlet-beens ! 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 nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!