Mr Grinch chords by Sixpence None The Richer

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Intermediate

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Author: Dr. Seuss

Intro:
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Verse 1:
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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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You really are a heel
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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
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With a greasy black peel

Verse 2:
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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
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Your heart's an empty hole
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Your brain is full of spiders
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You've got garlic in your soul
    Am  D  E
Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
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Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole

Verse 3:
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch
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You're a nasty, wasty skunk
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks
       G              C
Your soul is full of gunk
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Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
The three words that best describe you are as follows,
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and I quote: "Stink.        Stank.       Stunk."

Verse 4:
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You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch
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You have termites in your smile
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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
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I'd take the seasick crockodile

Verse 5:
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You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch
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You're the king of sinful sots
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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,
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Mangled up in tangled up knots

Verse 6:
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You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
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With a nauseaus super-naus
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You're a crooked jerky jockey
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And you drive a crooked horse
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Mr. Gri-i-inch

N.C.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich,
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With arsenic sauce