What’s this? What’s this?There’s color everywhereWhat’s this?There’s white things in the airWhat’s this?I can’t believe my eyes, I must be dreamingWake up, Jack, this isn’t fairWhat’s this?
What’s this? What’s this?There’s something very wrongWhat’s this?There’s people singing songsWhat’s this?The streets are lined with little creatures laughingEverybody seems so happyHave I possibly gone daffy? What is this?What’s this?
There’s children throwing snowballs instead of throwing headsThey’re busy building toys and absolutely no one’s deadThere’s frost on every window, oh, I can’t believe my eyesAnd in my bones I feel the warmth that’s coming from inside
Oh, look, what’s this?They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss?Why that looks so unique?InspiredThey’re gathering around to hear a story roasting chestnuts on a fireWhat’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 thingsThey’ve got electric lights on strings and there’s a smile on everyoneSo, now correct me if I’m wrongThis looks like fun, this looks like funOh, could it be I got my wish?What’s this?
Oh my, what now?The children are asleepBut look, there’s nothing underneathNo ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them or ensnare themOnly little cozy things secure inside their dreamland, ahWhat’s this?
The monsters are all missing and the nightmares can’t be foundAnd in their place there seems to be good feeling all aroundInstead of screams, I swear, I can hear music in the airThe smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the soundsThey’re everywhere and all aroundI’ve never felt so good beforeThis empty place inside of me is filling upI simply cannot get enoughI want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my ownI’ve got to know, I’ve got to knowWhat is this place that I have found?
What is this!?Christmas Town? Mm