More songs by Danny Elfman
Description
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Danny Elfman
Digital Editing Engineer, Associate Producer: Bob Badami
Associate Producer: Richard Kraft
Recording Second Engineer: Sharon Rice
Recording Second Engineer: Bill Easystone
Recording Second Engineer: Andy Bass
Recording Second Engineer: Mike Piersante
Conductor: Chris Boardman
Other: Mark Mann
Other: Letitia Rogers
Other: Patti Zimmitti
Other: Joel Franklin
Other: Megan Cavallari
Other: Bill Jackson
Other: Steve Bartek
Other: Dave Collins
Other: Robert Fernandez
Other: Bobbi Page
Lyrics and translation
Original
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, Jack, 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 heads
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 bones 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, this looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them or ensnare them
Only little cozy things secure inside their dreamland, ah
What's this?
The monsters are all missing and the nightmares 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 everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know, I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this!?
Christmas Town? Mm