The Nightmare Before Christmas [songs]

Town Meeting Song

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 exists.
Here, let me show you.

This is a thing called a present.
The whole thing starts with a box.
A box? Is it steel? Are there locks?
Is it filled with a pox?
A pox! How delightful, a pox.

If you please...
Just a box with bright-colored paper
and the whole thing's topped with a bow.
A bow? But why? How ugly! What's in it? What's in it?
That's the point of the thing, not to know.
It's a bat! Will it bend? It's a rat! Will it break?
Perhaps, it's the head that I found in the lake.

Listen now, you don't understand.
That's not the point of Christmas land.
Now, pay attention.

We pick up an oversized sock
and hang it like this on the wall.
Oh yes! Does it still have a foot?
Let me see! Let me look!
Is it rotted and covered with gook?
Um, let me explain.

There's no foot inside but there's candy.
Or sometimes it's filled with small toys.
Small toys! Do they bite? Do they snap?
Or explode in the sack?
Or perhaps they just spring out
and scare girls and boys!

What a splendid idea!
This Christmas sounds fun!
I fully endorse it!
Let's try it at once!
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.
When he sets out to slay
with his rain gear on,
cutting bulging sacks,
with his big, great arms.
That is so I've heard it's said.

And on a dark, cold night
under full moolight,
he flies into a fog
like a vulture in the sky.
And they call him
Sandy Claws.

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