You're a monster, Mr. Trump
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Trump
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

You're a vile one, Mr. Trump
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Trump

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile

You're a foul one, Mr. Trump
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Trump
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk"

You're a rotter, Mr. Trump
You're the king of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotch
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Trump

Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
Rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots

You nauseate me, Mr. Trump
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Trump

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Albert Hague / Theodor S. Geisel
Sung by Thurl Ravenscroft
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC