 When a cold wind blows it chills you,
Chills you to the bone.
But there's nothin' in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of bein' alone.
Its paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge.
And the worst of the worst,
The most hated and cursed ,
Is the one that we call Scrooge.
Unkind as any,
And the wrath of many,
This is that Ebenezer Scrooge.
OH! There goes Mr. Humbug,
There goes mister Grim.
If they gave a prize for bein' mean
The winner would be him.
Old Scroogey loves his money
'Cause he thinks it gives him power.
If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour .
(Even the vegetables don't like him!)
There goes mister Skinflint,
There goes mister Greed,
The undisputed master of the underhanded deed.
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses.
Us poor folk live in misery,
Its even worse for mouses.
(Please sir, I want some cheese)
He must be so lonely ,
He must be so sad.
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad.
He's really a victim of fear and of pride.
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside...
Nah! Uh-Uh!
There goes mister outrage,
There goes mister sneer.
He has no time for friends or fun,
His anger makes that clear.
Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases,
No crust of bread for those in need,
No cheeses for us meeces.
(Gonzo/Charles Dickens: Scrooge liked the cold.
He was hard and sharp as a flint;
Secret and self-contained,
As solitary as an oyster.)
There goes mister Heartless,
there goes mister Cruel.
He never gives,
He only takes,
He lets his hunger rule.
If being mean's a way of life
You practice and rehearse,
Then all that work is payin' off
Cause Scrooge is getting worse.
Every day, in every way
Scrooge is getting worse!
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