Chance Alan

Lyrics

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath mistletoe last night
She didn't see me creep down the stairs to have a peep
She thought I was tucked up in my bed fast asleep

Then I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard snowy white
Oh what a laugh would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night

You're a mean one Mr. Grinch you really are a heel
You're as cuddly as cactus you're charming like a eel
You're bad banana with greasy black peel

You're a monster Mr. Grinch your heart's an empty hole
Your brain full of spiders you've got garlic in your soul
I wouldn't touch you with a, thirty-nine and a half foot pole

You're a vile one Mr. Grinch you have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile

You're a foul one Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul full of gunk Mr. Grinch
Three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote
Stink stank stunk stunk

You're rotten Mr. Grinch you're king of sinful snots
Heart's a dead tomato splotched moldy purple spots
Your soul appalling dump heap overflowing with most disgraceful assortment of Deplorable rubbish imaginable mangled up tangled knots

You nauseate me Mr. Grinch
You're a crooked jerky jockey and you drive a crooked horse
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce
That’s all ok