TOWN MEETING SONG

There were (Bm)ob jects so pe (Bm)cu liar they were (Bm)not to be be (Bm)lieved.

All a (Bm)round, things to (Bm)tan ta lize my (C)brain.

It’s a (Bm)world un (Gdim7)like an y (G#dim)thing I’ve ev er (F#7)seen, and as (Bm)hard as I (C)try I (F#7)can’t seem to de (G)scribe.

Like a (Bm)most im (F#7)prob a ble (Bm)dream.

But you (F#7)must be (G)lieve when I (C)tell you (G#dim7)this, it’s as (Bm)real as my (A#dim)skull, and it (G#dim7)does (Fdim7)ex (F#)ist.

This is a (Bm)thing called a (Bm)“pres ent.” The (Bm)whole thing (Bm)starts with a (C)box.

A box?

Is it (Gdim7)steel?

Are there (F#)locks?

Is it (Gdim7)filled with a (F#)pox?

A pox!

How de light ful, a pox!

Just a (Bm)box with (Bm)bright col ored (Bm)pa per, and the (Bm)whole thing’s (B7)topped with a (Em)bow.

A (F#7)bow?

But (Gdim7)why?

How (F#7)ug ly!

What’s (Gdim7)in it?

What’s (F#7)in it?

That’s the point of the (F#)thing, not to know!

It’s a (Em)bat.

Will it (Em)bend?

It’s a (Em)rat.

Will it (C#dim7)break?

Per (Cdim7)haps it’s the (Em)head that I (B7)found in the (Em)lake!

(B7)Lis ten now, (Em)you don’t (B7)un der (Em)stand.

(Am)That’s not the (Em)point of (B7)Christ mas (Em)land.

We (Cm)pick up an (Cm)o ver sized (Cm)sock

and (Cm)hang it like (Cm)this on the (Db)wall.

Oh, (G)yes!

Does it (Abdim7)still have a (G)foot?

Let me (Abdim7)see!

Let me (G)look!

Is it rot ted and cov ered with gook?

There’s no (Cm)foot in side, but there’s (Cm)can dy.

Or (Cm)some times it’s (C7)filled with small (Fm)toys.

Small toys!

Do they (G)bite?

Do they (Abdim7)snap?

Or ex (G)plode in the (Abdim7)sack?

Or per (G)haps they just spring out and scare girls and boys.