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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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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 'til the neighbors gonna 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...(etc) 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, man, Hiding in a trashcan Something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll Scream! This is Halloween, Red 'n black, slimy green Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine! Say it once, say it twice, Take the chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night (oh) Everybody scream, everybody scream In our town of Halloween. This is Halloween, This is Halloween I am the guy with the tearaway 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! 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, Everyone scream, won't ya Please make way for a special guy Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin Patch. Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now. This is Halloween, THIS IS HALLOWEEN (etc.) In this town we call home Everyone hail to the Pumpkin Song La La La |
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| 3:14 |
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There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moon-lit 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 the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet. Yet year after year, it's 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 There's something out there far from my home A longing that I've never known I've never known. I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants, boy To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France, boy And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearian quotations No animal or 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 He would give it all up if he only could if he only could Oh, there's 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 these empty tears |
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| 6. |
| 3:06 |
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What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere... What's this? There's white things in the air... What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming, Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair... What's this? What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong... What's this? There're people singing songs... What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing, Everybody seems so happy, Have I possibly gone daffy...? What is this...? What's this? There're children throwing snowballs Here instead of throwing heads. They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead. There's frost on every window, Oh, I can't believe my eyes, And in my bones I feel a warmth That's coming from inside... Oh, look, what's this? They're hanging mistletoe... They kiss -- Why that looks so unique... Inspired! They're gathering around to hear a story, Roasting chestnuts on a fire... What's this? What's this? 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 ... or ensnare them... Only cozy little 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 Is absolutely everywhere... The sights, the sounds, They're everywhere and all around... I've never felt so good before... The 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??? .... Christmastown? Hmmmmmmmm. |
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| 2:57 |
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[JACK]
Listen, 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 [HARLEQUIN DEMON] A box? [DEVIL] is it steel? [WEREWOLF] Are there locks? [HARLEOUIN DEMON] Is it filled with a pox? [DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEQUIN DEMON] A pox How delightful, a pox [JACK] If 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 [CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS] Will it bend? [CLOWN] It's a rat! [CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS] Will it break? [MONSTER FROM THE BLACK LAGOON] 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. HYDE] 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 Well, at least they're excited Though they don't understand That special kind of feeling in Christmas land Oh, well... |
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| 8. |
| 5:17 |
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| 9. |
| 2:47 |
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CITIZENS OF HALLOWEEN
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 JACK Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There are so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something's 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 these little bric-a-brac A secret's 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 there 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 It's 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 Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do Hee,hee,hee Eureka! I've got it |
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| 3:03 |
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| 11. |
| 3:58 |
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Making Christmas
CLOWN This time, this time GROUP Making Christmas CLOWN Making Christmas MAYOR Making Christmas, making Christmas Is so fine GROUP It's ours this time And won't the children be surprised It's ours this time CHILD CORPSE Making Christmas MUMMY Making Christmas MUMMY AND CORPSE CHILD Making Christmas WITCHES Time to give them something fun WITCHES AND CREATURE LADY They'll talk about for years to come GROUP Let's have a cheer from everyone It's time to party DUCK TOY Making Christmas, making Christmas VAMPIRES Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice With spider legs and pretty bows VAMPIRES AND WINGED DEMON It's ours this time CORPSE FATHER All together, that and this CORPSE FATHER, WOLF MAN With all our tricks we're CORPSE FATHER, WOLF MAN, DEVIL Making Christmastime WOLF MAN Here comes Jack JACK I don't believe what's happening to me My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies Hee, hee, hee, hee HARLEQUIN Won't they be impressed, I am a genius See how I transformed this old rat Into a most delightful hat JACK 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 now for much too long Try something fresher, something pleasant Try again, don't give up THREE MR. HYDES All together, that and this With all our tricks we're making Christmastime (Instrumental) GROUP This time, this time Making Christmas, making Christmas La, la, la It's almost here GROUP AND WOLF MAN And we can't wait GROUP AND HARLEOUIN So ring the bells and celebrate GROUP 'Cause when the full moon starts to climb We'll all sing out JACK It's Christmastime Hee, hee, hee |
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| 3:17 |
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| 14. |
| 1:48 |
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I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst is just around the bend And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last And will we ever end up together? No, I think not, it's never to become For I am not the one |
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| 4:44 |
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| 16. |
| 2:31 |
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What have I done ...?
What have I done ...? How could I be so blind ...? All is lost, where was I ...? Spoiled all, spoiled all .... Everything's gone all wrong. What have I done ...? What have I done ...? Find a deep cave to hide in, In a million years they'll find me. Only dust and a plaque, That reads, "Here Lies Poor Old Jack" But I never intended all this madness - never . And nobody really understood - how could they ? That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great. Why does nothing ever turn out like it should? Well, what the heck, I went and did my best And - by God - I really tasted something swell! And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky , And at least I left some stories they can tell - I did ! And for the first time since, I don't remember when , I felt just like my old bony self again. And I, Jack , the Pumpkin King - that's right! I am the Pumpkin King, ah, ha, ha, ha And I just can't wait until next Halloween! 'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream! And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might! ... Uh-oh... I hope there's still time to set things right... |
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| 18. |
| 2:44 |
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| 5:06 |
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