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You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
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All the windows were dark
No one knew he was there
All the whos were all dreaming
Sweet dreams without care
full lyrics...
All the windows were dark
No one knew he was there
All the whos were all dreaming
Sweet dreams without care
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
pop vocal arrangement
ensemble 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