Текст песни Burton Tim - Town Meeting Song
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Performed by Danny Elfman arid CastJACKListen, there were objects so peculiarThey were not to be believedAll around, things to tantalise my brainIt`s a world unlike anything I`ve ever seenAnd as hard as I tryI can`t seem to describeLike a most improbable dreamBut you must believe when I tell you thisIt`s as real as my skull and it does existHere, let me show youThis is a thing called a presentThe whole thing starts with a boxDEVILA box?is it steel?WEREWOLFAre there locks?HARLEOUIN DEMONIs it filled with a pox?DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEGUIN DEMONA poxHow delightful, a poxJACKlf you pleasejust a box with bright-colored paperAnd the whole thing`s topped with a bowWITCHESA bow?But why?How uglyWhat`s in it?What`s in it?JACKThat`s the point of the thing, not to knowCLOWNIt`s a batWill it bend?CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRSlt`s a ratWill it break?UNDERSEA GALPerhaps it s the head that I found in the lakeJACKListen now, you don`t understandThat`s not the point of Christmas landNow, pay attentionNow we pick up an oversized sockAnd hang it like this on the wallMR. HYDEOh, yes! Does it still have a foot?MEDIUM MR. HYDELet me see, let me lookSMALL MR. HYDEIs it rotted and covered with gook?JACKHmm, let me explainThere`s no foot inside, but there`s candyOr sometimes it`s filled with small toysMUMMY AND WINGED DEMONSmall toysWINGED DEMONDo they bite?MUMMYDo they snap?WINGED DEMONOr explode in a Sack?CORPSE KIDOr perhaps they just spring outAnd scare girls and boysMAYORWhat a splendid ideaThis Christmas sounds funWhy, I fully endorse itLet`s try it at onceJACKEveryone, please now, not so fastThere`s something here that you don`t quitegraspWell, I may as well give them what they wantAnd the best, I must confess, I have saved forthe lastFor the ruler of this Christmas landIs a fearsome king with a deep mighty voiceLeast that`s what I`ve come to understandAnd I`ve also heard it toldThat he`s something to beholdLike a lobster, huge and redAnd sets out to slay with his rain gear onCarting bulging sacks with his big great armsThat is, so I`ve heard it saidAnd on a dark, cold nightUnder full moonlightHe flies into a fogLike a vulture in the skyAnd they call him Sandy ClawsWelt, at least they`re excitedThough they don`t understandThat special kind of feeling in Christmas landOh, well...