Sparks - Thank God Its Not Christmas Ukulele

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:
Db
Thank God it's not Christmas
When there is 
Eb
only you, and nothing else to do
Db
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