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

He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died

Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack

JACK
Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, 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 instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean? 
What does it mean? 

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

Simple objects, nothing more 
But 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 these Christmas books so many times 
I know 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 really not as deep 
As I've been led to think 
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
It's 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 
Why, 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