Thank God It's Not Christmas Lyrics - Kimono My House - Sparks

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 

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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 crystalline 

Photos 

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