It is a Parody Of the Song Called Jack's Lament from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
- Sigmund The Sorcerer (from Fanboy & Chum Chum) as Jack Skellington
- Sigmund: There a few who'd deny that what I do, I am the best, For my talents are renowned far and wide, When it comes to suprises in the moonlit night, I excel without ever even trying, With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm 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 sounds of screams, And I Sigmund, The Pumpkin Sorcerer, have grown so tired of the same old thing, Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones, an emptiness began to grow, There's something out there far from my home a longing that I've never known, I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light and I'll scare you right out of your pants, To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mr. Unlucky and I'm known throughout England and France, And since I am dead I can take off my head to recite Shakespearean quotations, No animal nor man can scream like I can with the fury of my recitations, But who here would ever understand thet the Pumpkin Sorcerer with the dazzling grin would tire of his crown, If they only understood he's give it all up if he could. Oh, there's an empty place in my bones that calls out for something unknown, The fame and praise come year after year does nothing for these empty years.