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