| Song | What's This? |
| Artist | Fall Out Boy |
| Album | Nightmare Before Christmas Special Edition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Danny Elfman | |
| 作曲 : Danny Elfman | |
| What's this? What's this? | |
| There's color everywhere | |
| What's this? | |
| There's white things in the air | |
| What's this? | |
| I can't believe my eyes | |
| I must be dreaming | |
| Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair | |
| What's this? | |
| What's this? What's this? | |
| There's something very wrong | |
| What's this? | |
| There's people singing songs | |
| What's this? | |
| The streets are lined with | |
| Little creatures laughing | |
| Everybody seems so happy | |
| Have I possibly gone daffy? | |
| What is this? | |
| What's this? | |
| There are children throwing snowballs here | |
| Instead of throwing heads | |
| They're busy building toys | |
| And absolutely no one's dead | |
| There's frost on every window | |
| Oh, I can't believe my eyes | |
| And in my bones I feel the warmth | |
| That's coming from inside | |
| Oh, look | |
| What's this? | |
| They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss | |
| Why that looks so unique, inspired | |
| They're gathering around to hear a story | |
| Roasting chestnuts on a fire | |
| What's this? | |
| What's this? | |
| In here they've got a little tree, how queer | |
| And who would ever think | |
| And why? | |
| They're covering it with tiny little things | |
| They've got electric lights on strings | |
| And there's a smile on everyone | |
| So, now, correct me if I'm wrong | |
| This looks like fun | |
| This looks like fun | |
| Oh, could it be I got my wish? | |
| What's this? | |
| Oh my, what now? | |
| The children are asleep | |
| But look, there's nothing underneath | |
| No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them | |
| Or ensnare them, only little cozy things | |
| Secure inside their dreamland | |
| What's this? | |
| The monsters are all missing | |
| And the nightmares can't be found | |
| And in their place there seems to be | |
| Good feeling all around | |
| Instead of screams, I swear | |
| I can hear music in the air | |
| The smell of cakes and pies | |
| Is absolutely everywhere | |
| The sights, the sounds | |
| They're everywhere and all around | |
| I've never felt so good before | |
| This empty place inside of me is filling up | |
| I simply cannot get enough | |
| I want it, oh, I want it | |
| Oh, I want it for my own | |
| I've got to know | |
| I've got to know | |
| What is this place that I have found? | |
| What is this? | |
| Christmas Town, hmm... |
| zuo ci : Danny Elfman | |
| zuo qu : Danny Elfman | |
| What' s this? What' s this? | |
| There' s color everywhere | |
| What' s this? | |
| There' s white things in the air | |
| What' s this? | |
| I can' t believe my eyes | |
| I must be dreaming | |
| Wake up, Jack, this isn' t fair | |
| What' s this? | |
| What' s this? What' s this? | |
| There' s something very wrong | |
| What' s this? | |
| There' s people singing songs | |
| What' s this? | |
| The streets are lined with | |
| Little creatures laughing | |
| Everybody seems so happy | |
| Have I possibly gone daffy? | |
| What is this? | |
| What' s this? | |
| There are children throwing snowballs here | |
| Instead of throwing heads | |
| They' re busy building toys | |
| And absolutely no one' s dead | |
| There' s frost on every window | |
| Oh, I can' t believe my eyes | |
| And in my bones I feel the warmth | |
| That' s coming from inside | |
| Oh, look | |
| What' s this? | |
| They' re hanging mistletoe, they kiss | |
| Why that looks so unique, inspired | |
| They' re gathering around to hear a story | |
| Roasting chestnuts on a fire | |
| What' s this? | |
| What' s this? | |
| In here they' ve got a little tree, how queer | |
| And who would ever think | |
| And why? | |
| They' re covering it with tiny little things | |
| They' ve got electric lights on strings | |
| And there' s a smile on everyone | |
| So, now, correct me if I' m wrong | |
| This looks like fun | |
| This looks like fun | |
| Oh, could it be I got my wish? | |
| What' s this? | |
| Oh my, what now? | |
| The children are asleep | |
| But look, there' s nothing underneath | |
| No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them | |
| Or ensnare them, only little cozy things | |
| Secure inside their dreamland | |
| What' s this? | |
| The monsters are all missing | |
| And the nightmares can' t be found | |
| And in their place there seems to be | |
| Good feeling all around | |
| Instead of screams, I swear | |
| I can hear music in the air | |
| The smell of cakes and pies | |
| Is absolutely everywhere | |
| The sights, the sounds | |
| They' re everywhere and all around | |
| I' ve never felt so good before | |
| This empty place inside of me is filling up | |
| I simply cannot get enough | |
| I want it, oh, I want it | |
| Oh, I want it for my own | |
| I' ve got to know | |
| I' ve got to know | |
| What is this place that I have found? | |
| What is this? | |
| Christmas Town, hmm... |
| zuò cí : Danny Elfman | |
| zuò qǔ : Danny Elfman | |
| What' s this? What' s this? | |
| There' s color everywhere | |
| What' s this? | |
| There' s white things in the air | |
| What' s this? | |
| I can' t believe my eyes | |
| I must be dreaming | |
| Wake up, Jack, this isn' t fair | |
| What' s this? | |
| What' s this? What' s this? | |
| There' s something very wrong | |
| What' s this? | |
| There' s people singing songs | |
| What' s this? | |
| The streets are lined with | |
| Little creatures laughing | |
| Everybody seems so happy | |
| Have I possibly gone daffy? | |
| What is this? | |
| What' s this? | |
| There are children throwing snowballs here | |
| Instead of throwing heads | |
| They' re busy building toys | |
| And absolutely no one' s dead | |
| There' s frost on every window | |
| Oh, I can' t believe my eyes | |
| And in my bones I feel the warmth | |
| That' s coming from inside | |
| Oh, look | |
| What' s this? | |
| They' re hanging mistletoe, they kiss | |
| Why that looks so unique, inspired | |
| They' re gathering around to hear a story | |
| Roasting chestnuts on a fire | |
| What' s this? | |
| What' s this? | |
| In here they' ve got a little tree, how queer | |
| And who would ever think | |
| And why? | |
| They' re covering it with tiny little things | |
| They' ve got electric lights on strings | |
| And there' s a smile on everyone | |
| So, now, correct me if I' m wrong | |
| This looks like fun | |
| This looks like fun | |
| Oh, could it be I got my wish? | |
| What' s this? | |
| Oh my, what now? | |
| The children are asleep | |
| But look, there' s nothing underneath | |
| No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them | |
| Or ensnare them, only little cozy things | |
| Secure inside their dreamland | |
| What' s this? | |
| The monsters are all missing | |
| And the nightmares can' t be found | |
| And in their place there seems to be | |
| Good feeling all around | |
| Instead of screams, I swear | |
| I can hear music in the air | |
| The smell of cakes and pies | |
| Is absolutely everywhere | |
| The sights, the sounds | |
| They' re everywhere and all around | |
| I' ve never felt so good before | |
| This empty place inside of me is filling up | |
| I simply cannot get enough | |
| I want it, oh, I want it | |
| Oh, I want it for my own | |
| I' ve got to know | |
| I' ve got to know | |
| What is this place that I have found? | |
| What is this? | |
| Christmas Town, hmm... |