Sixpence None The Richer – Youre A Mean One Mr Grinch (Guitar)

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Author: Dr. Seuss [Intro] Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm E [Verse 1]

          Am     Dm    G      G
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

       Am   D     E    E
You really are a heel

           Am         Dm
You're as cuddly as a cactus

             G           C
You're as charming as an eel

    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. You're a bad banana

N.C.                     Am  Dm  Am  Dm  Am  Dm  E  E 
With a greasy black peel

[Verse 2]

         Am     Dm    G      G
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch

       Am        D     E    E
Your heart's an empty hole

      Am              Dm
Your brain is full of spiders

              G            C
You've got garlic in your soul

    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. I wouldn't touch you, with a

N.C.                            Am  Dm  Am  Dm 
Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

[Verse 3]

          Am     Dm    G      G
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch

          Am      D     E    E
You're a nasty, wasty skunk

      Am              Dm
Your heart is full of unwashed socks

       G              C
Your soul is full of gunk

    Am  D  E 
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. The three words that best describe you are as follows,

N.C.                Dm            E             Am 
and I quote: "Stink.        Stank.       Stunk."

[Verse 4]

         Am     Dm    G      G
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch

          Am      D         E    E
You have termites in your smile

         Am              Dm
You have all the tender sweetness

       G           C
Of a seasick crocodile

    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. Given the choice between the two of you

N.C.                           Am  Dm  Am  Dm  Am  Dm  E  E  
I'd take the seasick crocodile

[Verse 5]

          Am   Dm    G      G
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch

           Am       D     E    E
You're the king of sinful sots

      Am              Dm
Your heart's a dead tomato splot

       G           C
With moldy purple spots

    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing N.C. With the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,

N.C.            E Dm  E    Am  Dm  Am  Dm  Am  Dm  E  E
Mangled up in tangled up knots

[Verse 6]

          Am   Dm    G      G
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch

        Am       D     E    E
With a nauseous super-naus

         Am              Dm
You're a crooked jerky jockey

         G               C
And you drive a crooked horse

    Am  D  E  
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C. You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich,

N.C.               Am  Dm  Am Dm  Am E  Am  
With arsenic sauce