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 eyesI 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 are people singing songs
What's this?The streets are lined withLittle creatures laughingEverybody seems so happyHave I possibly gone daffy?What is this?What's this?
There are children throwing snowballs hereinstead of throwing headsThey're busy building toysAnd absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every windowOh, I can't believe my eyesAnd in my bones I feel the warmthThat's coming from inside
Oh, lookWhat's this?They're hanging mistletoe, they kissWhy that looks so unique, inspiredThey're gathering around to hear a storyRoasting chestnuts on a fireWhat's this?What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queerAnd who would ever thinkAnd why?
They're covering it with tiny little thingsThey've got electric lights on stringsAnd there's a smile on everyoneSo, now, correct me if I'm wrongThis looks like funThis 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 themOr ensnare them, only little cozy thingsSecure inside their dreamlandWhat's this?
The monsters are all missingAnd the nightmares can't be foundAnd in their place there seems to beGood feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swearI can hear music in the airThe smell of cakes and piesIs 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 enough
I want it, oh, I want itOh, I want it for my ownI've got to knowI've got to knowWhat is this place that I have found?What is this?Christmas Town, hmm...