Town Meeting Song Lyrics - Singles - Burton Tim

Performed by Danny Elfman arid Cast 

JACK 

Listen, there were objects so peculiar 

They were not to be believed 

All around, things to tantalise 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? 

HARLEOUIN DEMON 

Is it filled with a pox? 

DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEGUIN DEMON 

A pox 

How delightful, a pox 

JACK 

lf 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 

lt'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 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 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 

Welt, at least they're excited 

Though they don't understand 

That special kind of feeling in Christmas land 

Oh, well...