Karaoké Jack's Lament L'Étrange Noël de Monsieur Jack

There are few who'd deny at what I do I am the best for my talents are

Renowned far and wide when it comes to surprises

On the moonlit night

I excel without ever even trying

With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms

I have seen grown men give out a shriek

With the wave of my hand and a well placed moan

I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year it's the same routine

And I grow so weary of the sound of screams

And I Jack the Pumpkin King have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones

An emptiness began to grow there's something out there

Far from my home a longing that

I've never known

I'm a master of fright and a demon of light

And I'll scare you right out of your pants

To a guy in Kentucky

I'm Mister Unlucky

And I'm known throughout

England and France

And since I am dead

I can take off my head

To recite

Shakespearean quotations

No animal nor man can scream like I can

With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand

That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin

Would tire of his crown if they only understood

He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh there's an empty place in my bones

That calls out for something unknown

The fame and praise come year after year

Does nothing for these empty tears