Town Meeting Song From "The Nightmare Before Christmas" Written by: Danny Elfman [Jack;] 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? [Harlequin Demon;] Is it filled with a pox? [Devil, Werewolf and 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'll 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 the 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 great big 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...