To be sung to the tune of ” You’re a Mean One, Mr Grinch”

You’re a mean one, Donald

You really are a heel

You’re as cuddly as a cactus

You’re as charming as an eel

Donald

You’re a bad banana

With a greasy black peel!

You’re a monster, Donald

Your heart’s an empty hole

Your brain is full of spiders

You’ve got garlic in your soul

Donald

I wouldn’t touch you

With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You’re a vile one, Donald

You have termites in your smile

You have all the tender sweetness

Of a seasick crocodile

Donald

Given the choice between the two of you

I’d take the seasick crocodile!

You’re a foul one, Donald

You’re a nasty, wasty skunk!

Your heart is full of unwashed socks

Your soul is full of gunk

Donald

The three words that best describe you

Are as follows, and I quote

“Stink, stank, stunk!”

You’re a rotter, Donald

You’re the king of sinful sots!

Your heart’s a dead tomato

Splotched with moldy, purple spots

Donald

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, Donald

With a nauseous super naus!

You’re a crooked jerky jockey

And you drive a crooked hoss

Donald

You’re a three-decker sauerkraut

And toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce!

Songwriters: Albert Hague,Theodor S. Geisel

Robert Charles

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