Christmas lights hung up outside

Middle of the day

Middle of July

Don't ask me why

'Cause holidays are best that way

In time you please

Hang up lights on ceiling fans

And hang them up on trees



And watch them flicker

Watch them flash

Get used to the fact

That she's not coming back



You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July

You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July



And since she's gone the world goes on

And you, you still exist

You're surprised you realize

That no one gives a shit

About your bad T.V. reception

Or your broken heart

Sit down in your favorite chair

And suffer in the dark



And watch them flicker

Watch them flash

Get used to the fact

That she's not coming back



You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July

You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July

You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July

You've gone out of style

And there's no Christmas in July

You've gone out

You've gone out

You've gone out

You've gone out of style



She's gone away

You think that you might die

But you're a strong boy you'll survive

You sit around and contemplate

The things that you might say

If she calls,

She's never gonna call



She's gone away

And you think that you might die

But you're a strong boy you'll survive

You sit around and contemplate

The things that you might say

If she calls,

She's never gonna call



She's gone away

And you think that you might die

But you're a strong boy you'll survive

You sit around and contemplate

The things that you might say

If she calls,

She's never gonna call