THE GROUCH'S LULLABY

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

Go to sleep my little creep
Born to grow in a big trash heap
Dream of kettles, pots, and pans
Broken bottles and rusty cans

And lovely nights when the moon and stars
shine on a thousand abandoned cars
Now hush, hush a by like a pig in a sty
That's the grouch's lullaby

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Go To Sleep

Go to sleep my little squirt
Dream of refuse and dream of dirt
Busted cartons and oily rags
Sidewalks loaded with garbage bags

And lovely days when the morning shines
On half a page of the New York Times
May you always have quite a stash
Broken presents and lots of trash

And spots on your tie,
And flies on your pie
That's the grouch's lullaby
That's the grouch's (hush, hush) lullaby

The Grouch's Lullaby!