CITIZENS OF HALLOWEEN Somethings up with Jack Somethings up with Jack Dont know if were ever going to get him back Hes all alone up there Locked away inside Never says a word Hope he hasnt died Somethings up with Jack Somethings up with Jack JACK Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There are so many things I cannot grasp When I think Ive got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Somethings here Im not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean? In these little bric-a-brac A secrets waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more But somethings hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Somethings there I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Hmm Ive 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 skulls so full, its tearing me apart As often as Ive read them, somethings wrong So hard to put my bony finger on Or perhaps its really not as deep As Ive been led to think Am I trying much too hard? Of course! Ive been too close to see The answers right in front of me Right in front of me Its simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesnt mean I cant believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing Its not as tricky as it seems And 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 theres no reason I can find I couldnt handle Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And thats exactly what Ill do Hee,hee,hee Eureka! Ive got it