Lyrics:

[JACK]**lf**There are few who deny at what I do I am the best**lf**For my talents are renowned far and wide**lf**When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night**lf**I excel without ever even trying**lf**With the slightest little effort of my ghost-like charms**lf**I have seen grown men give out a shriek**lf**With the wave of my hand and a well-placed moan**lf**I have swept the very bravest off their feet**lf****lf**Yet year after year, it''s the same routine**lf**And I grow so weary of the sound of screams**lf**And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King**lf**Have grown so tired of the same old thing**lf****lf**Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones**lf**An emptiness began to grow**lf**There''s something out there far from my home**lf**A longing that I''ve never known**lf****lf**I''m a master of fright and a demon of light**lf**And I''ll scare you right out of your pants**lf**To a guy in Kentucky, I''m Mister Unlucky**lf**And I''m known throughout England and France**lf**And since I am dead I can take off my head**lf**To recite Shakespearean quotations**lf**No animal nor man can scream like I can**lf**With the fury of my recitations**lf****lf**But who here would ever understand**lf**That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin**lf**Would tire of his crown? If they only understood**lf**He would give it all up if he only could**lf****lf**Oh, there''s an empty place in my bones**lf**That calls out for something unknown**lf**The fame and praise come year after year**lf**Does nothing for these empty tears