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[Verse 1]
          Am     Dm    G      G
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
       Am   D     E    E
You really are a heel
           Am         Dm
You're as cuddly as a cactus
             G           C
You're as charming as an eel
    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
You're a bad banana
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With a greasy black peel

[Verse 2]
         Am     Dm    G      G
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
       Am        D     E    E
Your heart's an empty hole
      Am              Dm
Your brain is full of spiders
              G            C
You've got garlic in your soul
    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
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Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

[Verse 3]
          Am     Dm    G      G
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
          Am      D     E    E
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
      Am              Dm
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
       G              C
Your soul is full of gunk
    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
The three words that best describe you are as follows,
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and I quote: "Stink.        Stank.       Stunk."

[Verse 4]
         Am     Dm    G      G
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
          Am      D         E    E
You have termites in your smile
         Am              Dm
You have all the tender sweetness
       G           C
Of a seasick crocodile
    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
Given the choice between the two of you
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I'd take the seasick crockodile

[Verse 5]
          Am   Dm    G      G
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
           Am       D     E    E
You're the king of sinful sots
      Am              Dm
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
       G           C
With moldy purple spots
    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
N.C.
With the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
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Mangled up in tangled up knots

[Verse 6]
          Am   Dm    G      G
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
        Am       D     E    E
With a nauseaus super-naus
         Am              Dm
You're a crooked jerky jockey
         G               C
And you drive a crooked horse
    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich,
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With arsenic sauce