Tytuł: Thank god it's not christmas

• Wykonawca: Sparks
• Wyświetleń: 200

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
  
   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
  
   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