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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! 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. |
