Jack's Obssesion

Something's up with Jack

Something's up with Jack

Don't know if we're ever going to get him back

He's all alone up there

Locked away inside

Never says a word

Hope he hasn't died

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Something's up with Jack

Something's up with Jack

Christmas time is buzzing I'm my skull

Will it let me be? I cannot tell

There are som many things I cannot grasp

When I think I've got, and then at last

Through my bony fingers it does slip

Like a snowflake in a fiery grip

Something's here I'm not quite getting

Though I try, I keep forgetting

Like a memory long since past

Here in an instantm gone in a flash

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac

A secret's waiting to be cracked

These dolls and toys confuse me so

Confound it all, I love it though

Simple objects, nothing more

Bout something's hidden through a door

Though I do not have the key

Something's there I cannot see

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

Hmm...

I've read there Christmas books so many times

I k now the stories and I know the rhymes

I know the Christmas carols all by heart

My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart

As often as I've read them, something's wrong

So hard to put my bony finger on

Or perhaps it's not as deep

As I've been led to think

Am I trying much too hard?

Of course! I've been too close to see

The answer's right in front of me

Right in front of me

It's simple really, very clear

Like music drifting in the air

Invisible, but everywhere

Just because I cannot see it

Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know, I think this Christmas thing

Is 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

Whu, I could make a Christmas tree

And there's no reason I can find

I couldn't handle Christmas time

I bet I could improve it too

And that's exactly what I'll do

Hee, hee, hee

Eureka! I've got it