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Katzenjammer, Ben Caplan And The Trondheim Soloists - Fairytale Of New York
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Katzenjammer
Katzenjammer
Performer
Ben Caplan
Ben Caplan
Vocals
TrondheimSolistene
TrondheimSolistene
Performer
Ellen Holmås
Ellen Holmås
Cello
Jaroslav Havel
Jaroslav Havel
Cello
Tabita Berglund
Tabita Berglund
Cello
Jo Ranheim
Jo Ranheim
Recorder
Mike Hartung
Mike Hartung
Recorder
Ragnhild Torp
Ragnhild Torp
Viola
anders larsen
anders larsen
Violin
Cathrine Rossbach Heier
Cathrine Rossbach Heier
Violin
Daniel Turcina
Daniel Turcina
Violin
Erling Skaufel
Erling Skaufel
Violin
Karl Jonatan Lilja
Karl Jonatan Lilja
Violin
Nella Penjin
Nella Penjin
Violin
Stina Elisabet Andersson
Stina Elisabet Andersson
Violin
Tora Stølan Ness
Tora Stølan Ness
Violin
Anne Marit Bergheim
Anne Marit Bergheim
Vocals
Marianne Sveen
Marianne Sveen
Vocals
Solveig Heilo
Solveig Heilo
Vocals
Turid Jorgensen
Turid Jorgensen
Vocals
H.henriksen
H.henriksen
Bass
Ingrid Martine Wisur
Ingrid Martine Wisur
Violin
Lars Marius Holas
Lars Marius Holas
Viola
Ole Wuttudal
Ole Wuttudal
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Songwriter
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Sansom
Chris Sansom
Mastering Engineer
Jo Ranheim
Jo Ranheim
Recording Engineer
Mike Hartung
Mike Hartung
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, "Won't see another one"
And then they sang a song, "The Rare Old Mountain Dew"
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one, came in 18-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
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, and danced through the night
And the boys of 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 cheap, lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last
And the boys of the NYPD choir
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
And the boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
Written by: Jem Finer, Shane Patrick McGowan
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