Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Town Meeting Song, artist - The Polyphonic Spree. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Town Meeting Song |
| Listen everyone. |
| There were objects so peculiar |
| They were not to be believed |
| All around, things to tantalize my brain |
| It’s a world unlike anything I’ve ever seen |
| And as hard as I try |
| I can’t seem to describe |
| Like a most improbable dream |
| But you must believe when I tell you this |
| It’s as real as my skull and it does exist |
| Here, let me show you |
| This is a thing called a present |
| The whole thing starts with a box |
| A box? |
| is it steel? |
| Are there locks? |
| Is it filled with a pox? |
| A pox |
| How delightful, a pox |
| If you please |
| Just a box with bright-colored paper |
| And the whole thing’s topped with a bow |
| A bow? |
| But why? |
| How ugly |
| What’s in it? |
| What’s in it? |
| That’s the point of the thing, not to know |
| It’s a bat |
| Will it bend? |
| It’s a rat |
| Will it break? |
| Perhaps it’s the head that I found in the lake |
| Listen now, you don’t understand |
| That’s not the point of Christmas land |
| Now, pay attention |
| We pick up an oversized sock |
| And hang it like this on the wall |
| Oh, yes! |
| Does it still have a foot? |
| Let me see, let me look |
| Is it rotted and covered with gook? |
| Umm, let me explain |
| There’s no foot inside, but there’s candy |
| Or sometimes it’s filled with small toys |
| Small toys! |
| Do they bite? |
| Do they snap? |
| Or explode in a sack? |
| Or perhaps they just spring out |
| And scare girls and boys |
| What a splendid idea |
| This Christmas sounds fun |
| I fully endorse it Let’s try it at once |
| Everyone, please now, not so fast |
| There’s something here that you don’t quite grasp |
| Well, I may as well give them what they want |
| And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last |
| For the ruler of this Christmas land |
| Is a fearsome king with a deep mighty voice |
| Least that’s what I’ve come to understand |
| And I’ve also heard it told |
| That he’s something to behold |
| Like a lobster, huge and red |
| And sets out to slay with his rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms |
| That is, so I’ve heard it said |
| And on a dark, cold night |
| Under full moonlight |
| He flies into a fog |
| Like a vulture in the sky |
| And they call him Sandy Claws hu hu hu |
| Well, at least they’re excited |
| Though they don’t understand |
| That special kind of feeling in Christmas land |
| Oh, well… |