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Pentatonix - You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch
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Текст песни: 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 (oh, 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've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole
Mr. Grinch
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
You have termites in your smile (in your smile)
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile
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 (Mr. Grinch)
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
Stink (stink)
Stank (stank)
Stunk
Mr. Grinch you're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch
You're a toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce
You're a rotter Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots (of sinful sots)
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots
Mr. Grinch
Mr. Grinch
Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
Mr. Grinch
Grinch!
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch (oh, 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've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole
Mr. Grinch
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
You have termites in your smile (in your smile)
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile
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 (Mr. Grinch)
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
Stink (stink)
Stank (stank)
Stunk
Mr. Grinch you're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch
You're a toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce
You're a rotter Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots (of sinful sots)
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots
Mr. Grinch
Mr. Grinch
Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
Mr. Grinch
Grinch!
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