Performed by Danny Elfman
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 in 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

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