What's this? What's this?
There's pieces everywhere
What's this?
There's white knights in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jez, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people castling long
What's this?
The boards are lined with little pieces saccing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this? What is this?
There are players taking bishops
Instead of taking-pawns
They're busy using tempo
And absolutely no one's drawn
There's beer on every table
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's there on the h-file
Oh, look
What's this?
They're playing 2. f4, a risk?
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Boasting chess nuts gone haywire
What's this?
What's this?
In here there's black rooks on c3, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're exploiting it with tiny little things
They've got attacks going at kings
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?
There's pieces in a heap
But compensation underneath
No fools, no switches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only simple flowing moves
Secure inside their dream plan
What's this?
Defences are all missing
And the knight's plans can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of groans, I swear
I can hear musing in the air
The smell of checks and mates
Are 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?
Chess-mas Town, hmm
Merry Christmas everyone! As a holiday present, don't forget to check out Henry's game from the night.