Key of D
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
Mr. Grinch, with the greasy black peel!
You’re a vile one.
You got termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness
of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch, you’re a foul one.
Friends you don’t have none.
I wouldn’t touch you with a
39-and-a-half-foot pole!
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart’s an empty hole,
You’re a goner.
You got garlic in your soul,
You got garlic in your soul,
All them smiles homie
I turn up the frown
All them decorations
I tear em down.
You can ask Max, I don’t play around,
Ayo, eww.
Who is this mean fellow
With his skin all green and his teeth all yellow?
What you so mad for?
Halloween come around and we ain’t kncking at your door, man.