The first appearance of Ebenezer Scrooge.
In life, the Marleys had been business partners with a shrewd money-lender named Ebenezer Scrooge. You will meet him as he comes around that corner.
Now! There he is; Mr. Ebenzer Scrooge.
Say, is it getting cold around here?
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 have a prize for being mean, the winner would be him!
Oh Scrooge he loves his money ’cause he thinks it gives him power,
If he became a flavour you can bet he would be sour!
Even the vegetables don’t like him!
There goes Mr. Skinflints, there goes Mr. Greed,
The undisputed master of the underhanded deed.
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses,
As poor folk live in misery; It’s even worse for mouses.
Please Sir, I want some cheese.
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…Nah!
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 favour ’cause his nastiness increases,
No crust of bread for those in need, no cheeses for us meeces.
Scrooge liked the cold, he was hard and as sharp as a flint. Secret, and self contained. As solitary as an oyster.
There goes Mr. Heartless, there goes Mr. Cruel,
He never gives, he only takes, he lets his anger rule.
If being mean is a way of life you practice and rehearse,
then all that work is paying off ’cause Scrooge is getting worse!
Everday in every way, Scrooge is getting worse!