How The Grinch Stole Christmas

You're a monster Mr. Grinch
 Your Hearts 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
 39 and a half Foot pole
 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 a seasick crocodile
 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 3 words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote
 Stink, Stank, Stonk
 You're a rotter Mr. Grinch
 You're the king of sinful sots
 Your hearts a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots
 Mr. Grinch
 Your sole is an appalling dump heap
 Overflowing with the most disgraceful
 Assortment of deplorable rubbish
 Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots
 You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
 With a nauseous super naus
 You're a crooked jerky jockey and,
 you drive a crooked horse
 Mr. Grinch
 You're a 3 Decker sour kraut and toad stool sandwich
 With arsenic sauce!