Busta Rhymes - Mr. Grinch
Busta Rhymes - Mr. Grinch
You`re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You`re as cuddly as a cactus, you`re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You`re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You`re a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart`s an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn`t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You`re a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I`d take the seasick crocodile!
You`re a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You`re the king of sinful sots,
Your heart`s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You`re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You`re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
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 three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
You`re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You`re as cuddly as a cactus, you`re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You`re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You`re a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart`s an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn`t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You`re a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I`d take the seasick crocodile!
You`re a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You`re the king of sinful sots,
Your heart`s a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You`re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!,
You`re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
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 three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
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