Sparks - Thank God It's Not Christmas lyrics
[Sparks - Thank God It's Not Christmas lyrics]
What do I hear, what do I hear?
Chit-chat and clinking glass
Cheap talk, a lady's laugh after hours
What do I see, what do I see?
Some sunken hideaway where people go to play
After hours
There I'll spend the night
Meeting fancy things
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to sin
Then it is day and in a way
The pattern's much the same
In-spots, a matinee everyday
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
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 crystalline
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
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
Popular days, the popular ways
Are for the chosen few
Not meant for me and you obviously
Popular nights, popular rites
Great things to say and do
Aren't said or done by you obviously
If this were the Seine we'd be very suave
But, it's just the rain
Washing down the boulevard
Chit-chat and clinking glass
Cheap talk, a lady's laugh after hours
What do I see, what do I see?
Some sunken hideaway where people go to play
After hours
There I'll spend the night
Meeting fancy things
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to sin
Then it is day and in a way
The pattern's much the same
In-spots, a matinee everyday
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
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 crystalline
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
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
Popular days, the popular ways
Are for the chosen few
Not meant for me and you obviously
Popular nights, popular rites
Great things to say and do
Aren't said or done by you obviously
If this were the Seine we'd be very suave
But, it's just the rain
Washing down the boulevard