The Muppets - Scrooge Lyrics
Paul WilliamsWhen a cold wind blows it chills youChills you to the boneBut there's nothing in nature thatFreezes your heartLike years of being aloneIt paints you with indifferenceLike a lady paints with rougeAnd the worst of the worstThe most hated and cursedIs the one that we call Scrooge (yeah)Unkind as anyAnd the wrath of manyThis is that Ebenezer ScroogeOh, there goes Mr. HumbugThere goes Mr. GrimIf they gave a prize for bein' meanThe winner would be himOh, Scroogey loves his money'Cause he thinks it gives him powerIf he became a flavor you can bet he would be sourThere goes Mr. SkinflintThere goes Mr. GreedThe undisputed master ofThe underhanded deedHe charges folks a fortuneFor his dark and drafty housesAs poor folk live in miseryIt's even worse for mousesHe must be so lonelyHe must be so sadHe goes to extremesTo convince us he's badHe's really a victim of fear and of prideLook close and there must beA sweet man inside--Naaaah!There goes Mr. OutrageThere goes Mr. SneerHe has no time for friends or funHis anger makes that clearDon't ask him for a favor'Cause his nastiness increasesNo crust of bread for those in needNo cheeses for us meesesThere goes Mr. HeartlessThere goes Mr. CruelHe never givesHe only takesHe lets this hunger ruleIf bein' mean's a way of life youPractice and rehearseThen all that work is paying off'Cause Scrooge is getting worseEvery dayIn every wayScrooge is getting worse
