Scrooge

When a cold wind blows, it chills you

Chills you to the bone

But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart

Like years of being alone

It paints you with indifference

Like a lady paints with rouge

And worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call Scrooge (Yeah)

Unkind as any, and the wrath of many

This is Ebenezer Scrooge

Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug, there goes Mr. Grim

If they gave you a prize for bein' mean, the winner would be him

Old Scrooge-y loves his money 'cause he thinks it gives him power

If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour

There goes Mr. Skinflint, there goes Mr. Greed

The undisputed master of the underhanded deed

He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses

Us poor folks live in misery, it's even worse for mouses

Please sir, I want some cheese

He must be so lonely, he must be so sad

He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad

He's real a victim of fear and of pride

Look close and there must be a sweet man inside

Nah, uh-uh

There goes Mr. Outrage, there goes Mr. Sneer

He has no time for friends or fun, his anger makes that clear

Don't ask him for a favor 'cause his nastiness increases

No crust of bread for those in need, no cheeses for us meeses

There goes Mr. Heartless, there goes Mr. Cruel

He never gives, he only takes, he lets his hunger rule

If bein' means a way of life, you practice and rehearse

Then all that work is payin' off 'cause Scrooge is gettin' worse (Yeah)

Everyday in every way

Scrooge is getting worse