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