All the windows were dark,
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No one knew he was here
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All the whos were all dreaming
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Sweet dreams without care
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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
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You really are a heel.
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You're as cuddly as a cactus,
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You're as charming as an eel.
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Mr. Grinch.
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You're a bad banana
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With a greasy black peel.
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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
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Your heart's an empty hole.
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Your brain is full of spiders,
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You've got garlic in your soul.
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Mr. Grinch.
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I wouldn't touch you, with a
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thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
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All I need is a reindeer, so he took his dog, Max.
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And he took some red thread and he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
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Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!"
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And the sleigh started down
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To the homes where the whos lay a-snooze in their town.
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"This is stop number one," the old Grinchy Claus hissed
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And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
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Then he slid down the chimney.
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A rather tight pinch.
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But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
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Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant
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Around the whole room, and he took every present!
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Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn!
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And plums!
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And he stuffed them in bags.
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Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
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You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks
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Your soul is full of gunk.
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Mr. Grinch.
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The three words that best describe you,
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are as follows and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
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You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
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With a nauseaus super-naus.
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You're a crooked jerky jockey
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And you drive a crooked horse.
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Mr. Grinch.
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You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
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With arsenic sauce
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You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
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| Aimee Mann |
