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Fairytale of New York

Katzenjammer

Christmas

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

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Katzenjammer

Performer

Ben Caplan

Vocals

TrondheimSolistene

TrondheimSolistene

Performer

Ellen Holmås

Cello

Jaroslav Havel

Cello

Tabita Berglund

Tabita Berglund

Cello

Jo Ranheim

Recorder

Mike Hartung

Recorder

Ragnhild Torp

Viola

anders larsen

Violin

Cathrine Rossbach Heier

Cathrine Rossbach Heier

Violin

Daniel Turcina

Violin

Erling Skaufel

Violin

Karl Jonatan Lilja

Karl Jonatan Lilja

Violin

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

Vocals

Solveig Heilo

Vocals

Turid Jorgensen

Turid Jorgensen

Vocals

H.henriksen

Bass

Ingrid Martine Wisur

Ingrid Martine Wisur

Violin

Lars Marius Holas

Lars Marius Holas

Viola

Ole Wuttudal

Viola

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jem Finer

Songwriter

Shane MacGowan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Sansom

Mastering Engineer

Jo Ranheim

Recording Engineer

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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