was Christmas
Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man
Said to me
Won't see
Aother 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
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
ey'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 me
You were handsome
u were pretty
Queen of
New York City
en 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
u're a bum
You're a punk
u're an old
Slut on junk
Lying there
Almost dead
On a drip
In that bed
u scumbag
You maggot
You cheap
Lousy faggot
Happy Christmas
Your arse
I pray God
It's our last
e boys of the
NYPD choir
Still singing
Galway Bay
And the bells
Are ringing out
For Christmas day
could have
Been someone
ll so could anyone
You took my
Dreams from me
When I first
Found you
kept them
With me babe
I put them
With my own
Can't make it
All alone
I've built my dreams
Around you
e boys of the
NYPD choir
Still singing
Galway Bay
And the bells
Are ringing out
For Christmas day