Scrooge
When a cold wind blows
it chills you
chills you to the bone
and there is 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
oh there goes mr. humbug
there goes mr. grim
if they gave a prize for being mean
the winner would be him
old scrooge loves his money
‘cause he thinks it gives him power
if he became a flavor
you can bet he would be sour
there goes mr. skin flint
there goes mr. greed
the undisputed master of the underhanded dead
he charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
us poor folk live in misery
it's even worse for mouse's
(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 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 use meaces
there goes mr. heartless
there goes mr. cruel
he never gives, he only takes
he lets his hunger rule
if being mean is a way of life
you practice and rehearse
then all that work is paying off
‘cause scrooge is getting worse
every day in every way
scrooge is getting worse