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Yeah, down in Whoville they're sleeping tight But there's a shadow on
the mountain tonight (hahaha)
He lives up high where the wind blows cold
A green-furred story that's never old
Heart three sizes too small for his chest Planning a scheme to
steal the whole fest
No stockings on the chimney,
no roast beast He’s coming for the biggest to the absolute least (skrrt)
Mr. Grinch, yeah he's ice-cold (so cold) Stealing all the green and
the gold
(gotta get it) No cheer in his heart,
just frost in his stride
Nowhere for the presents to hide
Slipping down the chimney in a red coat fake Taking every single
cookie that they set to bake
Even took the log right out of the grate Leaving only hooks
and some wire on the plate
Little Cindy Lou asking why,
oh why He told a quick lie with a wink in his
eye (shhh)
They think they're sad,
they think they'll cry
But a song starts rising to the cold gray sky (hummmm)
No boxes,
no bags, no tags in the snow
Something is growing
that he didn't
know
Mr. Grinch, yeah he's ice-cold
(so cold) Stealing all the green and the gold
(gotta get it) No cheer in his heart,
just frost in his stride
Nowhere for the presents to hide
Three sizes bigger, now the sleigh is packed
Bringing back the joy,
and that is a fact
Merry Christmas to the mountain,
to the valley below (hahaha)
Yeah