You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Album

Single

Label

Mercury Records

Genre

Christmas

Composer(s)

A.Hague, T.S.Geisel

Entered Chart

Jan 4, 2020

Peak Date

Jan 23, 2021

Released

Unknown

Recorded

Unknown

Catalog #

Mercury, Turner Entertainment

B-Side

N/A

Original Artist

2020-339

This was written and recorded for the classic 1966 Dr. Seuss TV Holiday Special How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Seuss wrote the lyrics and Albert Hague wrote the music. The song appears three times in the special, starting when The Grinch begins crafting his impostor Santa suit. Each time it plays, we hear more about the despicable green guy, who eventually grows a heart. The version played on radio is a combination of the three show uses. Thurl was the voice of Kellogg's Frosted Flakes "Tony The Tiger," one of the most famous advertising icons ever created. Tony The Tiger's catch phrase is "They're Great." Ravenscroft died in 2005 at age 91. >> How The Grinch Stole Christmas was a book before it was made into a movie. Warner Brothers legend Chuck Jones did the animation. In the movie, The Grinch is voiced by Boris Karloff, a famous horror movie actor. This led many people to believe he recorded the song. In 2000, Ron Howard directed a live-action version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas starring Jim Carrey. In the movie, Carrey sings this with rapper Busta Rhymes. This can be heard in the 1990 movie Home Alone in a scene where Macaulay Culkin has fallen asleep watching the TV special.

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!
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!
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 sots!
Your heart's a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey,
And you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich,
With arsenic sauce!