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The Nightmare Before Christmas
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Town Meeting Song
Lyricist:Danny Elfman
Listen everyone, 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 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 over-sized 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? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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 a sack? Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys
What a splendid idea, this Christmas sounds fun Why, 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
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
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