Pentatonix – You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’re as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch (oh 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
(Mr. Grinch)

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
You have termites in your smile (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 seasick crocodile

You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You’re a nasty wasty skunk
(Blegh)
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk
Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)

The three best words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
Stink (stink)
Stank (stank)
Stunk

Mr. Grinch
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse
Mr. Grinch
You’re a toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce

Mr. Grinch
You’re a rotter Mr. Grinch
You’re the king of sinful sots (of sinful sots)
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots
(Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots)
Mr. Grinch (Grinch)

Mr. Grinch (Grinch)
Mr. Grinch (Grinch)

Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
Mr. Grinch

Grinch!