Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me

"You won't see another one"

And then he sang a song

"A 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 this feelin'

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 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 a corner then danced through the night

The boys in 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're cheap and you're haggard

Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last

And the boys in the NYPD choir

Still 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 all with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys in the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day

The boys in the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringing out

For Christmas day