Town Meeting Song lyrics
Town Meeting Song lyrics
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
- 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 :
Now 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?
- Hmm, 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...
- Artist:The Nightmare Before Christmas (OST)
- Album:The Nightmare Before Christmas Ost (1993)