Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song "The Rare Old Mountain Dew "
And I turned my eyes away and thought 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
Its going to be good times 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 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 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
I love you baby Its going to be good times when all our dreams come true

I could have been someone so could anyone
You took my dreams from you 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

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 scum bag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas you arse I ´d rather be dead

The Boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
I love you baby Its going to be good times when all our dreams come true
I love you baby Its going to be good times when all our dreams come true