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With the Winter Festival opening up soon, here's a winter-themed parody song of Mr. Grinch!
Click this link to hear the song:
https://soundcloud.com/omnomivore/sir-crelin-parody
Click this link to hear the song:
https://soundcloud.com/omnomivore/sir-crelin-parody
You're a mean one, sir Crelin.
You really are a steal.
You're as icky as an ilkret,
You're as charming as a'evol,
Sir Crelin.
You're a bad potato with a mushy black peel.
You're a monster, sir Crelin.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got fungi in your soul, sir Crelin.
I wouldn't touch you with a
Fishing line and a foot-long pole.
You're a vile one, Sir Crelin.
You have fur mites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick mu-allar,
Sir Crelin.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick mu-allar.
You're a rotter Sir Crelin
You're the song of sudsy sots
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots
Sir Crelin
You're a three-decker moldy sprout
And nightshade sandwich,
With Essiphualë sauce!
You nauseate me, Sir Crelin
With a nauseous super nos
You're a crooked jerky jackrat and,
You drive a crooked course
Sir Crelin!
Your soul is an appalling dung heap
Overflowing with the most distasteful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You're a foul one, Sir Crelin
Full of nasty wasty gunk.
Your heart is full of pestis pox.
Your soul is purely junk,
Sir Crelin.
The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote"
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!
You really are a steal.
You're as icky as an ilkret,
You're as charming as a'evol,
Sir Crelin.
You're a bad potato with a mushy black peel.
You're a monster, sir Crelin.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got fungi in your soul, sir Crelin.
I wouldn't touch you with a
Fishing line and a foot-long pole.
You're a vile one, Sir Crelin.
You have fur mites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick mu-allar,
Sir Crelin.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick mu-allar.
You're a rotter Sir Crelin
You're the song of sudsy sots
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots
Sir Crelin
You're a three-decker moldy sprout
And nightshade sandwich,
With Essiphualë sauce!
You nauseate me, Sir Crelin
With a nauseous super nos
You're a crooked jerky jackrat and,
You drive a crooked course
Sir Crelin!
Your soul is an appalling dung heap
Overflowing with the most distasteful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You're a foul one, Sir Crelin
Full of nasty wasty gunk.
Your heart is full of pestis pox.
Your soul is purely junk,
Sir Crelin.
The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote"
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!
