Performed by Danny Elfman arid Cast  JACK  Listen, there were objects so peculiar  They were not to be believed  All around, things to tantalise 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  DEVIL  A box?  is it steel?  WEREWOLF  Are there locks?  HARLEOUIN DEMON  Is it filled with a pox?  DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEGUIN DEMON  A pox  How delightful, a pox  JACK  lf 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  Will it bend?  CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS  lt's a rat  Will it break?  UNDERSEA GAL  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  Welt, at least they're excited  Though they don't understand  That special kind of feeling in Christmas land  Oh, well...