Profile for Ebenezer Scrooge

(52) "Bah, humbug!" (52)

(15) 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
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 being mean
The winner would be him
Old Scrooge, he loves his money
'Cause he thinks it give 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 changes 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 pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside
Naw
Unh-unh!

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
He lets his hunger rule
If being 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 (15)