Scrooge

Paul Williams
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, Scrooge he 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
Us 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 fright
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 meeces

There goes Mr. Heartless
There goes Mr. Cruel
He never gives
He only takes

Yes that's his only 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