Bb
What do I hear, what do I hear?
Gm
Chit-chat, and clinking glass
Ab
Cheap talk, a lady's laugh
F
After hours

Bb
What do I see, what do I see?
Gm
Some sunken hideaway
Ab
Where people go to play
F
After hours

Eb
There I'll spend the night
Bb
Meeting fancy things
Gm
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to 
F
sin

Bb
Then it is day end in a way
Gm
The pattern's much the same
Ab
In-spots, a matinee
F
Every day

Bb
Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud
Gm
Hypnotic ebb and flow
Ab
Until the day goes slowly
F
Into night

Eb
See the same old crowd
Bb
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 
Eb
only you, and nothing else to do
C#
Thank God it's not Christmas
Where there's just 
Eb
you to do. The rest is closed to public 
F
view

Bb
Caroling kids, caroling kids
Gm
A trifle premature, 
Ab
in tones so rich and pure and 
F
crystalline

Bb
Call for the day, the popular day
Gm
It's fast approaching now
Ab
But will the mood allow
F
One dissent

Eb
If this were the Seine
Bb
We'd be very suave
Gm
But it's just the rain washing down the 
     F
boulevard

[Chorus]

Bb
Popular days, the popular ways
Gm
Are for the chosen few
Ab
Not meant for me and you
F
Obviously

Bb
Popular nights, poplar rites
Gm
Great things to say and do
Ab
Aren't said or done by you
F
Obviously

Eb
If this were Seine
Bb
We'd be very suave
Gm
But it's just the rain washing down the 
     F
boulevard