Performed by Danny Elfman  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 moonlit  night  I excel without ever even trying  With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike  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 Ionging that I've never known  I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light  And l'II scare you right out of your pants  To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky  And I'm known throughout England and  France  And since I am dead, I can take off my head  To recite Shakespearean quotations  No animal nor 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'd give it all up 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