Villagers
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:
Christmastime is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be I can not tell
There's so many things I can not 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 here I'm not quite getting
Though I try I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since passed
Here in an instant 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 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 here I can not see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
hmmmm
hmmm
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
Am I trying much too hard
Of course I've been too close to see the answer's right in front of me
It's simple really very clear like music drifting in the air
Invisible but everywhere
Just because I can not see it doesn't mean I can't believe it
You know I think this christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems
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 christmastime
I bet I could improve it too and that's exactly what I'll do
(evil cackling)