What's this???[JACK]What's this? What's this?There's color everywhereWhat's this?There's white things in the airWhat's this?I can't believe my eyesI must be dreamingWake up, Jack, this isn't fairWhat's this?What's this? What's this?There's something very wrongWhat's this?There's people singing songsWhat's this?The streets are lined with Little creatures laughingEverybody seems so happyHave I possibly gone daffy?What is this?What's this?There are children throwing snowballs here Instead of throwing headsThey're busy building toysAnd absolutely no one's deadThere's frost on every windowOh, I can't believe my eyesAnd in my bones I feel the warnthThat's coming from insideOh, lookWhat's this?They're hanging mistletoe, they kissWhy that looks so unique, inspiredThey're gathering around to hear a storyRoasting chestnuts on a fireWhat's this?What's this?In here they've got a little tree, how queerAnd who would ever thinkAnd why?They're covering it with tiny little thingsThey've got electric lights on stringsAnd there's a smile on everyoneSo, now, correct me if I'm wrongThis looks like funThis looks like funOh, could it be I got my wish?What's this?Oh my, what now?The children are asleepBut look, there's nothing underneathNo ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare themOe ensnare them, only little cozy thingsSecure inside their dremalandWhat's this?The monsters are all missingAnd the nightmares can't be foundAnd in their place there seems to beGood feeling all aroundInstead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the airThe smell of cakes and piesIS absolutely everywhereThe sights, the soundsThey're eveywhere and all aroundI've never felt so good beforeThsi empty place inside of me is filling upI simply cannot get enoughI want it, oh, I want itOh, I want it for my ownI've got to knowI've got to knowWhat is this place that I have found?What is this?Christmas Town, hmm...
What's this??? song ( cos'è???, nella versione italiana)
What's this???[JACK]What's this? What's this?There's color everywhereWhat's this?There's white things in the airWhat's this?I can't believe my eyesI must be dreamingWake up, Jack, this isn't fairWhat's this?What's this? What's this?There's something very wrongWhat's this?There's people singing songsWhat's this?The streets are lined with Little creatures laughingEverybody seems so happyHave I possibly gone daffy?What is this?What's this?There are children throwing snowballs here Instead of throwing headsThey're busy building toysAnd absolutely no one's deadThere's frost on every windowOh, I can't believe my eyesAnd in my bones I feel the warnthThat's coming from insideOh, lookWhat's this?They're hanging mistletoe, they kissWhy that looks so unique, inspiredThey're gathering around to hear a storyRoasting chestnuts on a fireWhat's this?What's this?In here they've got a little tree, how queerAnd who would ever thinkAnd why?They're covering it with tiny little thingsThey've got electric lights on stringsAnd there's a smile on everyoneSo, now, correct me if I'm wrongThis looks like funThis looks like funOh, could it be I got my wish?What's this?Oh my, what now?The children are asleepBut look, there's nothing underneathNo ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare themOe ensnare them, only little cozy thingsSecure inside their dremalandWhat's this?The monsters are all missingAnd the nightmares can't be foundAnd in their place there seems to beGood feeling all aroundInstead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the airThe smell of cakes and piesIS absolutely everywhereThe sights, the soundsThey're eveywhere and all aroundI've never felt so good beforeThsi empty place inside of me is filling upI simply cannot get enoughI want it, oh, I want itOh, I want it for my ownI've got to knowI've got to knowWhat is this place that I have found?What is this?Christmas Town, hmm...
