And I've also heard it told That he's something to behold

Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack

Like a lobster huge and red

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

When he sets out to slay with his rain gear on

He's all alone up there locked away inside

Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms

- Never says a word - Hope he hasn't died

Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack

That is so I've heard it said

Christmastime is buzzing in my skull

And on a dark cold night under full moonlight

Will it let me be I cannot tell

We need some of these.

Hmm.

Their construction should be exceedingly simple, I think.

How horrible our Christmas will be.

No! How jolly!

Oh. How jolly our Christmas will be.

- What are you doing here? - Jack sent for us.