| Here are the lyrics: When a cold wind blows it chills you, Chills you to the bone. But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being alone. It 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 Mr. Grim. If they gave a prize for bein mean the winner would be him. Oh, Scroogey loves his money cause he thinks it gives him power, If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour. Yuck, Even the vegetables don't like him. There goes Mr. Skin flint, There goes Mr. Greed. The undisputed master of the underhanded deed. He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses. Us small folk live in misery, It's even worse for mouses. Please, sir, I want some cheese. He must be so lonley, 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 insid Naaaah! Uh Uh. There goes Mr. Outrage, there goes Mr. 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 meeses. Scrooge liked the cold. He was hard and sharp as a flint. Secretive, self contained. As solitary as an oyster. There goes Mr. Heartless, there goes Mr. Cruel. He never gives, he ... |
