• 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 (yeah)
    Unkind as any
    And the wrath of many
    This is 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
    There goes Mr. Skinflint
    There goes Mr. Greed
    The undisputed master of
    The underhanded deed
    He charges folks a fortune
    For his dark and drafty houses
    As poor folk live in misery
    It's even worse for mouses
    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--Naaaah!
    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
    There goes Mr. Heartless
    There goes Mr. Cruel
    He never gives
    He only takes
    He lets this hunger rule
    If bein' mean's 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