The Nightmare Before Christmas - Town Meeting Song

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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?



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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