When a cold wind blows it chills you,

Chills you to the bone

But there's nothin' in nature that freezes your heart

Like He and bein' alone

Its pinks you with indifference,

Like a lady pinks with rouge

And the worst of the worst,

The most hated and cursed

Is the one that we call Scrooge

Un kind as any,

And the wrath of many,

This is Ebenezer Scrooge

OH! There goes Mr. Humbug,

There goes mister grim

If they gave a prize for bein' mean

The winner would be him

Old Scrooge, he loves his money

Cause he thinks it gives him power

If he became a flavor, you can bet he would be sour

(Even the vegetables don't like him!)

There goes mister stingy

There goes mister greed

Hes the undisputed master of the under-handed deed

He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses

As poor folk live in misery

Its even worse for mouses

(Please sir, I want some cheese)

He must be so lonely

He must be so sad

He goes to extremes to convince us hes bad

Hes really a victem of fear and of fright

Look close and there must be a sweet man inside

Nah! Uh-Uh!

There goes mister outrage,

There goes mister sneer

Hes got 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 mices

(GonzoCharles Dickens: Scrooge liked the cold

He was hard and sharp as a flint

Secret and self contained

As solitary as an oyster)

Oh! There goes mister heartless, there goes mister cruel

He never gives

He only takes

Yes, thats his only rule

If being means

Away of life

He practiced and Rehearsed

And all