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's 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 are 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 the 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 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

Is 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...