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? What's this? 
There are people singing songs 
What's this? What's this? 
The streets are lined with 
Little creatures laughing 
Everybody seems so happy 
Have I possibly gone daffy? 
What is this? 

There are children throwing snowballs 
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  [bad word] 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? 

In here they've got a little tree, how [bad word] 
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, hmm...