God Save the Queen (UK) With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool

God save our gracious Queen,
sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
Send her victorious,
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
Happy and glorious,
So good, so good, I got you
Long to reign over us;
Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
God save the Queen!
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter her enemies When I hold you in my arms
And make them fall; I know that I can't do no wrong
Confound their politics, And when I hold you in my arms
Frustrate their knavish tricks, My love won't do you no harm
On Thee our hopes we fix,
And I feel nice, like sugar and spice
God save us all!
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour; When I hold you in my arms
Long may she reign; I know that I can't do no wrong
May she defend our laws, And when I hold you in my arms
And ever give us cause My love can't do me no harm
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen! "Money Money Money"

Not in this land alone, I work all night, I work all day
But be God's mercies known, To pay the bills I have to pay
From shore to shore! Ain't it sad?
Lord make the nations see, And still there never seems to be
That men should brothers be, A single penny left for me
And form one family, That's too bad
The wide world over.
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch* (оригинал I wouldn't have to work at all
Jim Carrey) I'd fool around and have a ball
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch,
You really are a heel, Money, money, money
You're as cuddly as a cactus, Must be funny
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch. In the rich man's world
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel! Money, money, money
Always sunny
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch, In the rich man's world
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, Aha-aha
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. All the things I could do
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half If I had a little money
foot pole! It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
You're a wile one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile. A man like that is hard to find
You have all the tender sweetness But I can't get him off my mind
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch. Ain't it sad?
Given the choice between the two of you And if he happens to be free
I'd take the seasick crocodile! I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots, So I must leave, I'll have to go
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game
My life will never be the same