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 are 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, mmm?