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JACKListen, there were objects so peculiar |
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They were not to be believed |
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All around, things to tantalize my brain |
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It's a world unlike anything |
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I've ever seen |
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And as hard as |
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I tryI can't seem to describe |
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Like a most improbable dream |
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But you must believe when |
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I tell you this |
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It's as real as my skull and it does exist |
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Here, let me show you |
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This is a thing called a present |
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The whole thing starts with a box |
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DEVILA box?is it steel? |
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WEREWOLFAre there locks? |
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HARLEOUIN |
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DEMONIs it filled with a pox? |
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DEVIL, WER |
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EWOLF, HAR |
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LEQUIN DEM |
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ONA poxHow delightful, a pox |
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JACKIf you please |
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Just a box with bright-colored paper |
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And the whole thing's topped with a bow |
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WITCHESA bow? |
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But why?How ugly |
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What's in it? |
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What's in it? |
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JACKThat's the point of the thing, not to know |
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CLOWNIt's a bat |
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Will it bend? |
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CREATURE U |
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NDER THE S |
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TAIRSIt's a rat |
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Will it break? |
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UNDERSEA G |
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ALPerhaps it s the head that |
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I found in the lake |
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JACKListen now, you don't understand |
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That's not the point of |
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Christmas land |
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Now, pay attention |
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Now we pick up an oversized sock |
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And hang it like this on the wall |
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MR. HYDEOh, yes! |
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Does it still have a foot? |
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MEDIUM MR. |
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HYDELet me see, let me look |
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SMALL MR. |
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HYDEIs it rotted and covered with gook? |
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JACKHmm, let me explain |
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There's no foot inside, but there's candy |
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Or sometimes it's filled with small toys |
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MUMMY AND |
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WINGED DEM |
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ONSmall toys |
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WINGED DEM |
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ONDo they bite? |
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MUMMYDo they snap? |
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WINGED DEM |
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ONOr explode in a sack? |
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CORPSE KID |
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Or perhaps they just spring out |
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And scare girls and boys |
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MAYORWhat a splendid idea |
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This Christmas sounds fun |
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Why, I fully endorse it |
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Let's try it at once |
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JACKEveryone, please now, not so fast |
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There's something here that you don't quite grasp |
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Well, I may as well give them what they want |
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And the best, |
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I must confess, |
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I have saved for the last |
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For the ruler of this |
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Christmas land |
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Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice |
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Least that's what |
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I've come to understand |
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And I've also heard it told |
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That he's something to behold |
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Like a lobster, huge and red |
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And sets out to slay with his rain gear on |
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Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms |
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That is, so |
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I've heard it said |
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And on a dark, cold night |
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Under full moonlight |
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He flies into a fog |
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Like a vulture in the sky |
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And they call him |
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Sandy Claws |
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Well, at least they're excited |
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Though they don't understand |
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That special kind of feeling in |
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Christmas land |
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Oh, well... |
