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Burton Cummings - Town Meeting Song lyrics
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. HYDEBurton Cummings - Town Meeting Song - http://motolyrics.com/burton-cummings/town-meeting-song-lyrics.html
 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...









