Danny Elfman - Town Meeting Song Lyrics

[JACK]
Listen, there were objects so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalize my brain

It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream

But you must believe when I tell you this
It's as real as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you

This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box

[DEVIL]
A box?
is it steel?

[WEREWOLF]
Are there locks?

[HARLEOUIN DEMON]
Is it filled with a pox?

[DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEQUIN DEMON]
A pox
How delightful, a pox

[JACK]
If you please
Just a box with bright-colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow

[WITCHES]
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?

[JACK]
That's the point of the thing, not to know

[CLOWN]
It's a bat
Will it bend?

[CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS]
It's a rat
Will it break?

[UNDERSEA GAL]
Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake

[JACK]
Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas land

Now, pay attention
Now we pick up an oversized sock
And hang it like this on the wall

[MR. HYDE]
Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

[MEDIUM MR. HYDE]
Let me see, let me look

[SMALL MR. HYDE]
Is it rotted and covered with gook?

[JACK]
Hmm, let me explain
There's no foot inside, but there's candy
Or sometimes it's filled with small toys

[MUMMY AND WINGED DEMON]
Small toys

[WINGED DEMON]
Do they bite?

[MUMMY]
Do they snap?

[WINGED DEMON]
Or explode in a sack?

[CORPSE KID]
Or perhaps they just spring out
And scare girls and boys

[MAYOR]
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once

[JACK]
Everyone, please now, not so fast
There's something here that you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give them what they want

And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand

And I've also heard it told
That he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said

And on a dark, cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog
Like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws

Well, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special kind of feeling in Christmas land
Oh, well...