Bb5
What do I hear, what do I hear?
G5
Chit-chat, and clinking glass
Ab5
Cheap talk, a lady's laugh
F5
After hours

Bb5
What do I see, what do I see?
G5
Some sunken hideaway
Ab5
Where people go to play
F5
After hours

Eb5
There I'll spend the night
Bb5
Meeting fancy things
G5
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to 
F5
sin

Bb5
Then it is day end in a way
G5
The pattern's much the same
Ab5
In-spots, a matinee
F5
Every day

Bb5
Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud
G5
Hypnotic ebb and flow
Ab5
Until the day goes slowly
F5
Into night

Eb5
See the same old crowd
Bb5
At bistros and old haunts
G5
'Til the lights grow dim ,
The not-so-subtle hint to be 
F5
gone

Chorus:
C#5
Thank God it's not Christmas
When there is 
Eb5
only you, and nothing else to do
C#5
Thank God it's not Christmas
Where there's just 
Eb5
you to do. The rest is closed to public 
F5
view

Bb5
Caroling kids, caroling kids
G5
A trifle premature, 
Ab5
in tones so rich and pure and 
F5
crystalline

Bb5
Call for the day, the popular day
G5
It's fast approaching now
Ab5
But will the mood allow
F5
One dissent

Eb5
If this were the Seine
Bb5
We'd be very suave
G5
But it's just the rain washing down the 
     F5
boulevard

[Chorus]

Bb5
Popular days, the popular ways
G5
Are for the chosen few
Ab5
Not meant for me and you
F5
Obviously

Bb5
Popular nights, poplar rites
G5
Great things to say and do
Ab5
Aren't said or done by you
F5
Obviously

Eb5
If this were Seine
Bb5
We'd be very suave
G5
But it's just the rain washing down the 
     F5
boulevard