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Print The Words to Your Favorite Carols for Your Very Own Sing-A-Long!
Carols began to gain popularity in medieval England around the 1500s. During the 1600s, the carols took on Christmas themes and after a short decline in use, became the religious anthems of the holidays in the 1800s. Newly composed carols at that time provided common ground for all Christian religions. Today, the carols ring in the festivities of this bustling winter, with some radio stations even going to all Christmas carols for an entire month! The following are the lyrics to some common or fun Christmas carols. Print out the words and make copies for the guests at your next holiday party. Everyone can then join in the merrymaking!
YOU’RE A MEAN ONE, MR. GRINCH
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Gri-inch
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You have garlic in your soul, Mr. Gri-inch
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Gri-inch
Given a choice between the two of you, I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch
You’re a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Gri-inch
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, “Stink, stank, stunk”!
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch
You’re the king of sinful sots
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Gri-inch
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super naus
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Gri-inch
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!