Town Meeting Song - From “The Nightmare Before Christmas”/Soundtrack Version

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
 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
 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 he 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
 But they don't understand
 That special kind of feeling in Christmas land
 Oh, well