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 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

("Yucka", "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 inside

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



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

He'll practice and rehearse

And all that work is paying off

'Cause Scrooge is getting worse

Every day, in every way, Scrooge is getting worse