Five years earlier, the British producers of the Bolshoi Ballet had wandered into Bradley's jazz club in New York where a young Deanna was performing. So impressed were they by what they heard that they proposed buying her her own jazz club. In 1992 Deanna's was born on East 7th Street between 1st Avenue and Avenue A in an edgy corner of the East Village.
For five years Deanna performed for and with some of the biggest names in jazz (Roy Hargrove, Eartha Kitt, Cecil Taylor), rock music (Keith Richards, The Spin Doctors) and American culture (from Quentin Crisp to Matt Dillon and Sarah Jessica Parker to George Stephanopolous). Deanna's gave a home and a school to some of New York's most promising young musicians. There were no set times. No cover ever. The club was a non-stop musical exploration from sundown to sun up seven nights a week.
It was there that Deanna recorded her first and only live jazz album, "Live at Deanna's," critically acclaimed by the press and jazz fans around the world.
"That was a beautiful experience and artistically very satisfying to perform each night with such great musicians. The schedule was relentless, 8 or 10 hours a night every night and everyone expected me to be a diva all the time. That is definitely a side of me, but there was more I wanted to do with music and the club had swept me away with it. I wanted to write and record my own songs."
And write songs she did. Deanna's first studio album, "Marianna Trench," featured original songs as well as Leonard Cohen and Sandy Denny favorites. The response was staggering. Billboard Magazine featured Deanna on their front page as the flagship artist at Blackbird Recording Company. Deanna was featured in People Magazine, the New York Times, Time Out, New York Magazine and many other publications.
As her debut studio album climbed the charts, it was clear that Deanna's career would continue to flourish. She has proven herself a successful songwriter as well as an extraordinary singer.
Deanna wrote and recorded her second studio album "Where Are You Now" for Blackbird/Elektra which also received critical acclaim. She toured North America with Jane Siberry. She signed a publishing deal with Bug Music and began to write and record for film and television soundtracks (Deanna's music has been featured in such television shows as Felicity, Hyperion Bay and Cupid and on such movie soundtracks as "Down To You" and "Me Myself I").
Deanna was born in Manhattan and grew up in Freeport, Long Island. Her father is a retired Navy Captain (yes, Captain Kirk) and architect and her mother, Anna Maria, teaches voice and performs around the New York region. Deanna is a concert-level pianist and her two sisters are both multi-instrumentalists.
Deanna's most recent release, "Beautyway" is her third studio album, featuring all new original material. This marks Deanna's first major release on her own recording label.
You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch
Deanna Kirk Lyrics
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You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch!
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel!
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul
Mr. Grinch!
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile
Mr. Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You're a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk
Mr. Grinch!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote
"Stink, stank, stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's a dead tomato
Splotched with moldy, purple spots
Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss
Mr. Grinch!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
And toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!
In the song "You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch," the singer describes the character of the Grinch as a bitter, unpleasant and unlovable person. The lyrics are full of metaphors and similes which illustrate the singer's distaste for the Grinch. The song begins by calling Mr. Grinch a "heel" and a "bad banana" with a "greasy black peel." The Grinch is characterized as a monster with no heart and a brain that is full of spiders. The Grinch is an unwelcoming and unworthy character, and the singer claims they wouldn't come anywhere near him with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
The song then describes the scent of Mr. Grinch's breath being grotesque, akin to "garlic" and "termites" while his personality is comparable to an unpleasant sea creature, "a seasick crocodile" that no one would like to be around. The Grinch's heart is compared to a "dead tomato" with "moldy, purple spots" while his soul is the "most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable" in a "dump-heap overflowing with rubbish and tangled-up knots." The song concludes by calling Mr. Grinch a "three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce", a crooked, jerky jockey who rides a horst with a nasty essence.
Line by Line Meaning
You're a mean one, Mr Grinch
You are cruel and unkind, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You are truly despicable
You're as cuddly as a cactus
You're not at all warm or friendly
You're as charming as an eel
You're not at all appealing or likable
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana
You're an unpleasant person
With a greasy black peel!
With a dirty and grimy exterior
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch!
You're a frightening and inhumane creature, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
You have no compassion or empathy for others
Your brain is full of spiders
You have unpleasant, creepy thoughts
You've got garlic in your soul
You have a malicious and corrupt nature
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you
I wouldn't have anything to do with you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
Under any circumstances, even if it was from a safe distance
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You're morally reprehensible, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
Your smile is fake and untrustworthy
You have all the tender sweetness
You lack any kind of gentle or caring nature
Of a seasick crocodile
Like that of an unwell and unpleasant creature
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you
If I had to choose between you and someone else
I'd take the seasick crocodile!
I would choose the crocodile over you
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You're disgustingly unpleasant, Mr. Grinch
You're a nasty, wasty skunk!
You're a repulsive and disagreeable person
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
You have no redeeming qualities
Your soul is full of gunk
You're morally corrupt
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
The three words that best describe you
The three adjectives that sum you up best
Are as follows, and I quote
Here are the exact words to describe you:
"Stink, stank, stunk!"
"Foul-smelling, repugnant, and worthless!"
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You're a contemptible and immoral person, Mr. Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots!
You're the most despicable and immoral person around
Your heart's a dead tomato
You have no emotions or feelings
Splotched with moldy, purple spots
A disgusting and unappealing description of your insides
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap
Your inner being is a disgusting and worthless mess
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Filled with the most shameful and dishonorable things
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
The worst possible collection of trash and filth
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
A chaotic and unorganized mess
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
You make me sick and revulsed, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super naus!
Your disgusting nature is beyond measure
You're a crooked jerky jockey
You're dishonest and untrustworthy
And you drive a crooked hoss
You engage in unethical practices
Mr. Grinch!
Direct address to Mr. Grinch
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
You're repugnant like a sour, fermented food
And toadstool sandwich
You're as unpleasant as a sandwich with poisonous mushrooms
With arsenic sauce!
You are accompanied by something fatally toxic
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Albert Hague, Theodor S. Geisel
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