"You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" is a Christmas song originally done for the 1966 animated feature How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Since then, it has been remade by several other artists:
- Thurl Ravenscroft, the original
- Jim Carrey, for the 2000 live action version of the film
- Gary Hoey, guitar instrumental
- Sixpence None the Richer
- Rockapella, acapella
- Marty Gold Children's Chorus
- Whirling Dervishes, titled just "Grinch", on the Grinch EP
- Mojo Nixon & Toadliquors, titled "Mr. Grinch", on the Horny Holidays album
- Deanna Kirk, on the album Where Are You Now
- Bus Stop, titled "Grinch", on the album Miracle Time!
- Blue Meanies, titled "Hey Mr. Grinch", on the A Very Punk Christmas compilation
- Brian Setzer Orchestra, from the Dig That Crazy Christmas album
- Go Fish, titled "The Grinch Song" from the More Than a Story album
- (which also contains silence and then a hidden track after the song)
- Dweezil Zappa
- Bob Malone
- Crash Test Dummies
- The Asylum Street Spankers
- RuPaul, on the album Ho, Ho, Ho
- Aimee Mann, on the album One More Drifter in the Snow
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Lyrics (full version)
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
You're a bad bananna 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
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Givin the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile
You're a fowl one, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you are
as follows and I quote: Stink, Stank, Stunk
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sotts
You're heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, 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
You nausiate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nausious super nause
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce