It was christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
We won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about youGot on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for meYou were handsome
You were pretty queen of new york city
Wwhen 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 nightAnd the boys of the nypd choir were singing "galway bay"
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray god it's our lastAnd the boys of the nypd choir were singing "galway bay"
And the bells were ringing out for christmas dayI could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around youAnd the boys of the nypd choir still singing "galway bay"
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day
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