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[VAMPIRES]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back

[WEREWOLF]
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside

[CORPSE MOTHER]
Never says a word

[CORPSE KID]
Hope he hasn't died

[ALL]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack

[JACK]
Christmas time is buzzing im my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are som many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got, and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip

Something's here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instantm gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting to be cracked
These dolls and toys confuse me so
Confound it all, I love it though

Simple objects, nothing more
Bout something's hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmm...

I've read there Christmas books so many times
I k now the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my bony finger on

Or perhaps it's not as deep
As I've been led to think
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me

It's simple really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because I cannot see it
Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know, I think this Christmas thing
Is not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun?
It should belong to anyone

Not anyone, in fact, but me
Whu, I could make a Christmas tree
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Christmas time

I bet I could improve it too
And that's exactly what I'll do
Hee, hee, hee
Eureka! I've got it
[VAMPIRES]   Something's up with Jack   Something's up with Jack   Don't know if we're ever going to get him back      [WEREWOLF]   He's all alone up there   Locked away inside      [CORPSE MOTHER]   Never says a word      [CORPSE KID]   Hope he hasn't died      [ALL]   Something's up with Jack   Something's up with Jack      [JACK]   Christmas time is buzzing im my skull   Will it let me be? I cannot tell   There are som many things I cannot grasp   When I think I've got, and then at last   Through my bony fingers it does slip   Like a snowflake in a fiery grip      Something's here I'm not quite getting   Though I try, I keep forgetting   Like a memory long since past   Here in an instantm gone in a flash   What does it mean?   What does it mean?      In these little bric-a-brac   A secret's waiting to be cracked   These dolls and toys confuse me so   Confound it all, I love it though      Simple objects, nothing more   Bout something's hidden through a door   Though I do not have the key   Something's there I cannot see   What does it mean?   What does it mean?   What does it mean?   Hmm...      I've read there Christmas books so many times   I k now the stories and I know the rhymes   I know the Christmas carols all by heart   My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart   As often as I've read them, something's wrong   So hard to put my bony finger on      Or perhaps it's not as deep    As I've been led to think   Am I trying much too hard?   Of course! I've been too close to see   The answer's right in front of me   Right in front of me      It's simple really, very clear   Like music drifting in the air   Invisible, but everywhere   Just because I cannot see it   Doesn't mean I can't believe it      You know, I think this Christmas thing   Is not as tricky as it seems   And why should they have all the fun?   It should belong to anyone      Not anyone, in fact, but me   Whu, I could make a Christmas tree   And there's no reason I can find   I couldn't handle Christmas time      I bet I could improve it too   And that's exactly what I'll do   Hee, hee, hee   Eureka! I've got it
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