What’s (C)this?

What’s this?

There’s col or ev ’ry (B)where.

What’s this?

There’s white things in the (C)air.

What’s this?

I can’t be lieve my (Em)eyes.

I must be (Cmaj7)dream ing.

Wake up, (Em6)Jack, this is n’t (B)fair!

(G)What’s (C)this?

What’s this?

What’s this?

There’s some thing ver y (B)wrong.

What’s this?

There’s peo ple sing ing (C)songs.

What’s this?

The streets are lined with (Em)lit tle crea tures (Cmaj7)laugh ing.

Ev ’ry (Em6)bod y seems so (B)hap py.

Have I (Em)pos sib ly gone (G7)daf fy?

What is (F#dim7)this?

(G7)What’s (C)this?

There’re (Am)chil dren throw ing snow balls in (Em)stead of throw ing heads.

They’re (Am)bus y build ing toys and ab so (Em)lute ly no one’s dead.

There’s (Gm)frost on ev ’ry win dow.

Oh, I (Bbm)can’t be lieve my eyes.

And (A)in my bones I feel the warmth that’s (C#m)com ing from in (Ab)side.

(Ab7)Oh, (Db)look!

What’s this?

They’re hang ing mis tle (C)toe.

They kiss?

Why, that looks so u (Db)nique, in spired!

They’re gath er ing a (Fm)round to hear a (Dbmaj7)sto ry, roast ing (Fm6)chest nuts on a (C)fire.

(Ab7)What’s (Db)this?

What’s this?

In here they’ve got a lit tle (C)tree.

How queer!

And who would ev er (Db)think, and why?

They’re cov ’ring it with (Fm)ti ny lit tle (Dbmaj7)things, they’ve got e (F6)lec tric lights on (C7)strings and there’s a (Fm)smile on ev ’ry (Ab7)one.

So now, cor (Dbdim7)rect me if I’m wrong.

This looks like (Db)fun!

This looks like (F)fun!

Oh, could it (Bbm)be I got my (A)wish?

(Ab7)What’s (Db)this?

Oh my, what now?

The chil dren are a (C)sleep.

But look, there’s noth ing un der (Db)neath.

No ghouls, no witch es here to (Fm)scream and scare them (Dbmaj7)or en snare them, (F6)on ly lit tle (C)co zy things se (Fm)cure in side their (Fm6)dream land.

(sigh) (Ab7)What’s (Db)this?

The (Bbm)mon sters are all miss ing and the (Fm)night mares can’t be found, and (Bbm)in their place there seems to be good (Fm)feel ing all a round.

In (Abm)stead of screams, I swear I can hear (Bm)mu sic in the air.

The (Bb)smell of cakes and pies are ab so (Dm)lute ly ev ’ry (A)where.

The (D)sights, the sounds, they’re ev ’ry where and (C#)all a round.

I’ve nev er felt so (D)good be fore.

This emp ty place in (F#m)side of me is (Dmaj7)fill ing up.

I (F#m6)sim ply can not (C#)get e nough.

I (F#m)want it, oh, I (A7)want it.

Oh, I (G#dim7)want it for my own.

I’ve got to (D)know.

I’ve got to (F#7)know.

What is this (Bm)place that I have (Bb)found?

(Dm)WHAT (Bb)IS (Bdim7)THIS?!

Christ mas town?

Hmmm…