Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunktank
An old man said to me
"Wont see another one"

And then they sang a song
That rare old mountain tune
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got 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
Where all our dreams come true

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
No place for the old

When you first took my hand
On that 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 yelled out for more

Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

And the boys from 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 I've had it
You cheap lousy maggot
Happy Christmas you ass
I pray god it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Start singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

I could have been someone
But so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you

I've kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it out alone
I've built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day