Chance Alan

Lyrics

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath mistletoe last nite
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 nite

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