It was Christmas eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one
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 there's years
For me and you
So, Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They got cars, big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you
It's no place for the old
When he 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
And we kissed on a corner
Then 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 thank god it's our last
And the boys of 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
But I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
Built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, 'Galway Bay'
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
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