You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Lyrics
All the windows were dark No one knew he was there All the whos were all dreaming Sweet dreams without carefull lyrics...
All the windows were dark No one knew he was there All the whos were all dreaming Sweet dreams without carefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
pop vocal arrangementensemble horns
electric guitar parts
a swing feel
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Publisher: EMI ROBBINS CATALOG INC "This is stop number one" With arsenic sauce And the sleigh started down You really are a heel Are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk" Then so could the Grinch Around the whole room And toadstool sandwich Lay a-snooze in their town Then he slid down the chimney On the top of his head You're a crooked jerky jockey You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch You're a nasty, wasty skunk You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch A rather tight pinch All the windows were dark With a nauseas super-nous And he climbed to the roof Then the Grinch said, "Giddap" Songwriters: Theo Seuss Geisel, Albert Hague The three words that best describe you With a smile most unpleasant With a greasy black peel Then he slithered and slunk Your heart is full of unwashed socks And he tied a big horn Your brain is full of spiders You're a monster, Mr. Grinch To the homes where the who's Sweet dreams without care All the whos were all dreaming I wouldn't touch you, with a No one knew he was there Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch You're a bad banana You're as cuddly as a cactus Thirty-nine and a-half foot pole The old Grinchy clause hissed Empty bags in his fist Your heart's an empty hole Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags All I need is a reindeer And he took some red thread So he took his dog, Max You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch And he stuffed them in bags Pop guns, pompano's, and cookies, and drums You're a three decker sauerkraut One by one, up the chimney And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch But, if Santa could do it Checkerboards, [Incomprehensible], popcorn and plums And he took every present


