Town Meeting Song (from The Nightmare Before Christmas) sing and play along

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.

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!

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 Christmasland.

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?

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 the sack?

Or perhaps they just spring out and scare girls and boys.

What a splendid idea!

This Christmas sounds fun!

I fully endorse it!

Let's try it at once!

Ev'ryone, please.

Now, not so fast.

There's something here that you don't quite grasp.

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 is 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.

When he sets out to slay with his raingear 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, but they don't understand that special kind of feeling in Christmasland.

Oh, well.