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 Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack Christmastime is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There's so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite getting Through I try, I keep forgetting like a memory long since passed Here in an instant, 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 But something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's here I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? "What does it mean? Hmm…" I've 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 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 really not as deep as I've been lead 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, why, I could make a Christmas tree And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmastime I bet I could improve it, too And that's exactly What I'll do "Hee Hee Hee Hee Hee!" "Eureka! I've got it!"
