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In here they've got a little tree. How queer! And who would ever think? And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun This looks like fun Oh, could it be I got my wish? What's this? Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this? The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Are absolutely everywhere The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Christmas Town? Hmm... The Nightmare Before Christmas This is Halloween Boys and girls of every age wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see this, our town of Halloween This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night This is Halloween, everybody make a scene, trick or treat till the neighbors come and die of fright It's our town, everybody scream, in this town of Halloween I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween In this town we call home, everyone hail to the pumpkin song In this town, don't we love it now, everybody's waiting for the next surprise Round that corner, then, hiding in the trash cans, something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll Scream! This is Halloween, red and black and slimy green, Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice, take a chance and roll the dice, ride with the moon in the dead of night Everybody scream, everybody scream, in our town or Halloween I am the clown with the tear-away face, here in a flash and gone without a trace I am the who when you call "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween Tender lumplings everywhere, life's no fun without a good scare, that's our job, but we're not mean in our town of Halloween In this town, don't we love it now, everyone's waiting for the next surprise Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back and scream like a banshee, make you jump out of your skin! This is Halloween, everybody scream, won't you please make way for a very special guy Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch, everyone hail to the pumpkin king Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song La la la la la, etc, etc The Nightmare Before Christmas Jacks Lament There are few who deny, At what I do, I am the best, For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises In the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort Of my ghost-like charms, I have seen grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand And a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet! Yet year after year, Its the same routine And I grow so weary Of the sound of screams And I Jack, the pumpkin king, Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow, Theres something out there far from my home, A longing that Ive never known Im the master of fright , and a demon of light And Ill scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky Im Mister Unlucky And Im known throughout England and France And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations. No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown if they only understood, Hed give it all up if he only could Oh, theres an empty place in my bones, That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise, come year after year, Does nothing for these empty tears The Nightmare Before Christmas Jacks Obsession Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack. Don't know if we're ever going to get him back. He's all alone up there, locked away inside. Never says a word. Hope he hasn't died. Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack. Christmastime is buzzing in my skull. Will it let me be? I cannot tell. There's so many things I cannot grasp. When I think I've got it, then at last, Through my bony fingers it does slip, like a snowflake in a fiery grip. Something here I'm not quite getting, though I try, I keep forgetting, like a memory long since past. Here in an instant, gone in a flash. What does it mean? What does it mean? In this little bric-a-brac, a secrets waiting to be cracked. These dolls and toys confuse me so, confound it all, I love it though! Simple objects, nothing more, but something's hidden through a door, though I do not have the key. Something's here I cannot see. What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Hmm.. I've read these Christmas books so many times. I know the stories and I know the rhymes. I know the Christmas carols all by heart. My skull's so full it's tearing me apart. As often as I've read them, something's wrong. So hard to put my bony finger on. Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been led to think. Am I trying much too hard? Of course, I've been too close to see. The answer's right in front of me. Right in front of me! It's simple really, very clear, like music drifting in the air. Invisible, but everywhere. Just because I cannot see it doesn't mean I can't believe it! You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems. And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone. Not anyone, in fact, but me. Why, I could make a Christmas tree. And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmastime. I bet I could improve it, too, and that's exactly what I'll do. (evil laugh) Eureka! I've got it! The Nightmare Before Christmas Making Christmas This time. This time. Making Christmas, making Christmas. Making Christmas, making Christmas, is so fine. It's ours this time and won't the children be surprised. It's ours this time. Making Christmas, making Christmas, making Christmas. Time to give them something fun they'll talk about for years to come, let's have a cheer from everyone. It's time to party. Making Christmas, making Christmas. Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice with spider legs and pretty bows. It's ours this time. All together, that and this, with all our tricks we're making Christmastime. Here comes Jack. I don't believe what's happening to me, my hopes, my dreams, my fantasies eheHEEHEEHEEEEEEeee! Won't they be impressed? I am a genius. See how I transform this old rat into a most delightful hat. Hmm... My compliments from me to you on this, your most intriguing hat. Consider, though, this substitute: a bat in place of this old rat. Huh. No, no, no. Now, that's all wrong. This thing will never make a present. It's been dead for much too long. Try something fresher, something pleasant. Try again, don't give up! All together, that and this with all our tricks we're making Christmas time. This time. This time. It's ours!! Making Christmas, making Christmas. La la la. It's almost here and we can't wait so ring the bells and celebrate, cause when the full moon starts to climb we'll all sing out. It's Christmastime! Heeeheee! The Nightmare Before Christmas Kidnap the Sandy Claws Kidnap Mister Sandy Claws? I wanna do it. Let's draw straws. Jack said we should work together. Three of a kind. Birds of a feather. Now and forever. Wheeee! La la la la, etc, etc Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight, throw away the key and then turn off all the lights. First we're going to set some bait inside a nasty trap and wait. When he comes a-sniffing we will snap the trap and close the gate. Wait, I've got a better plan to catch this big red lobster man. Let's pop him in a boiling pot and when he's done we butter him up. Kidnap the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box, bury him for ninety years then see if he talks. Then Mister Oogie Boogie man can take the whole thing over then. He'll be so pleased I do declare, that he will cook him rare. Wheeee! I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door and then knock three times and when he answers, Sandy Claws will be no more. You're so stupid. Think, now. If we blow him up to smithereens, we may lose some pieces and then Jack will beat us black and green. Kidnap the Sandy Claws, tie him in a bag, throw him in the ocean then see if he is sad. Because Mister Oogie Boogie is the meanest guy around, if I were on his boogie list I'd get out of town. He'll be so pleased by our success, that he'll reward us, too, I'll bet. Perhaps he'll make his special brew, of snake and spider stew. Mmm! We're his little henchman and we take our job with pride. We do our best to please him and stay on his good side. I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb. I'm not the dumb one. You're no fun. Shut-up! Make me! I've got something, listen now, this one is real good, you'll see. We'll send a present to his door upon there'll be a note to read, now in the box we'll wait and hide until his curiosity entices him to look inside and then we'll have him, one, two, three. Kidnap the Sandy Claws, beat him with a stick, lock him up for ninety years, see what makes him tick. Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits, Mister Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks. Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see, lock him in a cage and then throw away the key! The Nightmare Before Christmas Town Meeting Song Listen everyone! There were objects so peculiar, they were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain. Its a world unlike anything Ive ever seen And as hard as I try I cant seem to describe, Like the most improbable dream. But you must believe when I tell you this: Its 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 is topped with a bow. A bow? But why? How ugly! Whats in it? Whats in it? Thats the point of the thing, not to know. Its a bat! Will it bend? Its a rat! Will it break? Perhaps its the head that I found in the lake. Listen now, you dont understand Thats 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. Is it rotted and covered with gook? Uh, let me explain. Theres no foot inside, but theres candy! Or sometimes its filled with small toys. Small toys? Do they bite? Do they snap? Or explode in the sack? Perhaps they just spring out and scare girls and boys. What a splendid idea. This Christmas sounds fun. I fully endorse it Lets try it at once! Everyone, please! Now, not so fast. Theres something here that you dont 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 At least, thats what Ive come to understand. And Ive also hear it told that hes something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red. When he sets out to slay with his rain gear on, Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms That is, so Ive heard it said. 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