Thank God Its Not Christmas

A# what do i hear , what do i hear? Gm chit - chat , and clinking glass G# cheap talk , a lady’s laugh F after hours A# what do i see , what do i see? Gm some sunken hideaway G# where people go to play F after hours D# there i’ll spend the night A# meeting fancy things Gm at bistros and old haunts trying very hard to F sin A# then it is day end in a way Gm the pattern’s much the same G# in - spots , a matinee F every day A# blend with the crowd , blend with the loud Gm hypnotic ebb and flow G# until the day goes slowly F into night D# see the same old crowd A# at bistros and old haunts Gm ’til the lights grow dim , the not - so - subtle hint to be F gone Chorus : C# thank god it’s not christmas when there is D# only you , and nothing else to do C# thank god it’s not christmas where there’s just D# you to do . the rest is closed to public F view A# caroling kids , caroling kids Gm a trifle premature , G# in tones so rich and pure and F crystalline A# call for the day , the popular day Gm it’s fast approaching now G# but will the mood allow F one dissent D# if this were the seine A# we’d be very suave Gm but it’s just the rain washing down the F boulevard [ Chorus ] A# popular days , the popular ways Gm are for the chosen few G# not meant for me and you F obviously A# popular nights , poplar rites Gm great things to say and do G# aren’t said or done by you F obviously D# if this were seine A# we’d be very suave Gm but it’s just the rain washing down the F boulevard