Jack Skellington Opens The St. Patrick’s Day Town Door

What’s this? What’s this?

There’s Guinness everywhere

What’s this?

There’s corned beef 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 so absurd

What’s this?

There’s people slurring words

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 seeking rainbows instead of seeking heads

They’re busy picking shamrocks and absolutely no one’s dead

There’s pubs on every corner, 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 baking soda bread, the bliss!

Why that looks so unique?


They gather all ’round to sing a song, “Shipping up to Boston” on a lyre

What’s this?

What’s this?

Look here they’ve got a little stream, how queer

And who would ever think?

And why? They’re dumping powder to tint the water green

They’ve got paramedics on scene 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 boozers are passed out

But look, there’s someone thereabout

No rules, no hitches here to seize and jail them or despair them

Only little naughty teens secure inside their greenland

What’s this?

The monsters are all missing and the pumpkins can’t be found

And in their place there seems to be good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear, I hear Celtic music in the air

The smell of spew and piss are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds

They’re ev’rywhere ‘n all around, I’ve nev’r felt shhoo goood beforrr

This empty space inside me, fillin’ uuup I sh’mply can’t get ’nuff, I wan’ it, oooh, I wan’ it, oooh, I wan’ it fer my own I go’ to know, I go’ to know Wha’ is this place tha’ I’ve found? Whaa’ is this!?


S’ Patrick’s Day Town?