It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank
An old man said to me, won't 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
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 (much faster now)
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
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 The drunks they were singing
We kissed on the 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
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You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip In that bed You scum bag you
maggot
You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God It's 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 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 you
The boys of the NYPD choir Still Singing `Galway Bay`
And the bells are ringing Out for Christmas Day
Outro: }x3