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
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
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind blows 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
I was handsome, you were pretty
The 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 and danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
I'm a bum, I'm a punk
I'm an old fucking drunk
Lying here almost dead on a drip in this bed
A scumbag, a maggot, I'm cheap and I'm haggard
Happy Christmas my arse, I pray God it's my 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
I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
