Town Meeting Song Lyrics

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, we pick up an over-sized sock
And hang it like this on the wall

Oh, yes, does it still have a foot?
Let me see, let me look
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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