THE GRINCH SONG

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
    Gm     Am    D
You really are a heel.
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch.
(n.c.)                    D (n.c.)            Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm D
You're a bad banana with a  greasy black peel! 

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. 
    Gm     Am    D
Your heart's an empty hole.
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. 
(n.c.)                    D (n.c.)            Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm D
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! 

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. 
    Gm     Am    D
You have termites in your smile.
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.
(n.c.)                    D (n.c.)            Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm D
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile! 

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. 
    Gm     Am    D
You're the king of sinful sots.
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. 
(n.c.)                                                   D 
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
(n.c.)            Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm D
With arsenic sauce! 

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. 
    Gm     Am    D
With a nauseous super "naus"!
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch. 
(n.c.)
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful                                         D (n.c)Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm D
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots! 

         Gm      Cm     F    Bb
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. 
    Gm     Am    D
You're a nasty wasty skunk.
          Gm          Cm                F              Bb       Eb
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch. 
(n.c.)
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, 
      Am      D       Gm
"STINK...STANK...STUNK"!