You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch (Reprise)

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch

You have termites 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, um

Seasick crocodile

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch

You're the king of sinful sots

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy, purple spots, Mr. Grinch

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce

Then he slunk to the icebox, he took the Who's feast

He took the Who pudding, he took the roast beast

He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash

Why, that Grinch even took the last can of Who Hash

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee

"Now," grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree"

As the Grinch took the tree, as he started to shove, he

He heard a small sound like the coo of a dove

He turned around fast and he saw a small Who

Little Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two

She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why?

Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why"

But you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick

"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied

"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side

So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear

I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here"

And his fib fooled the child

Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed

And when Cindy Lou Who was in bed with her cup

He crept to the chimney and stuffed the tree up

Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar

And the last thing he took was the log for their fire

On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire

And the one speck of food that he left in the house

Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse

Then he did the same thing to the other Who's houses

Leaving crumbs much too small for the other Who's mouses

You 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 disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots

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"