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You're a mean one, Mr. GrinchYou really are a heelYou're as cuddly as a cactusYou're as charming as an eel, Mr. GrinchYou're a bad banana with a greasy black peelYou're a monster, Mr. GrinchYour heart's an empty holeYour brain is full of spidersYou've got garlic in your soul, Mr. GrinchI wouldn't touch you with aThirty nine and a half foot poleI know the Grinch he stole Christmas'Cuz his heart was two sizes too smallI know the Grinch he stole Christmas'Cuz his heart was two sizes too smallYou nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!With a nauseous super naus!You're a crooked jerky jockey,And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch!Your soul is an appalling dump-heap,Overflowing with the most disgracefulassortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,Letras de cancionesMangled-up in tangled-up knots!You're a foul one, Mr. GrinchYou're a nasty, wasty skunkYour heart is full of unwashed socksYour soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch!The three words that best describe youAre as follows, and I quote,"Stink, stank, stunk!"I know the Grinch he stole Christmas'Cuz his heart was two sizes too smallI know the Grinch he stole Christmas'Cuz his heart was two sizes too smallToo small From Letras Mania