[ 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, Hero, this isn't fair What's this?
What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There's people singing songs
What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this? What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs Instead of throwing spells 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 flesh I feel the warmth That's coming 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?
What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer 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 If I open a wrapped box Oh, could it be I open a portal? What's this?
Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No marlboro, no behemoth here to scream and eat them Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this?
The monsters are all missing And the calamity 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 Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds They're eveywhere and all around I've never felt so good before What is this place that I have found? What is this? ]
CHRISTMAS TOWN
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, Hero, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing spells
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 flesh I feel the warmth
That's coming 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?
What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
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
If I open a wrapped box
Oh, could it be I open a portal?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No marlboro, no behemoth here to scream and eat them
Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the calamity 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
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're eveywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
What is this place that I have found?
What is this? ]