Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars
Big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes
Right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
Youre cheap & your haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
Its our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I firstfound you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
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