This song is modeled after
Dr. Seuss' song "You're a Mean one, Mr. Grinch" But instead it's
titled "You're a mean one, Mr. McMahon". So don't sue me!
You're a mean one, Mr. McMahon
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. McMahon
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. McMahon
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders
You have garlic in your soul, Mr. McMahon
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole
You're a vile one, Mr. McMahon
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. McMahon
You're a nasty, wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. McMahon
The three words that best describe you
are as follows, and I quote
"Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. McMahon
You're the kind of sinful sots
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldly purple spots, Mr. McMahon
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
You nauseate me, Mr. McMahon
With a nauseaus super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. McMahon
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
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