Thank God It's Not Christmas

What do I hear, what do

I hear? Chit-chat, and clinking glass

Cheap talk, a lady's laugh

After hour

What do I see, what do

I see? Some sunken hideaway

Where people go to play

After hour

There I'll spend the night

Meeting fancy thins

At bistros and old haunts

Trying very hard to sin

Then it is day end in a way

The pattern's much the same

In-spots, a matinee

Every day

Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud

Hypnotic ebb and flow

Until the day goes slowly

Into night

See the same old crowd

At bistros and old haunts '

Til the lights grow dim,

The not-so-subtle hint to be gone [Chorus:]

Thank God it's not

Christmas

When there is only you

And nothing else to do

Thank God it's not

Christmas

Where there's just you to do

The rest is closed to public view

Caroling kids, caroling kids

A trifle premature, in tones so rich and pure and crystaline

Call for the day, the popular day

It's fast approaching now

But will the mood allow

One dissent

If this were the

Seine We'd be very suave

But it's just the rain

Washing down the boulevard [Chorus]

Popular days, the popular ways

Are for the chosen few

Not meant for me and you

Obviously

Popular nights, poplar rites

Great things to say and do

Aren't said or done by you

Obviously

If this were

Seine We'd be very suave

But it's just the rain

Washing down the boulevard