It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one" And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew' I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you
Got on a lucky one, Came in at 18/1 I've got a feeling this year's for me and you Happy Christmas, I love you baby There's going to be good times 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 I told you that Broadway Was waiting for me
You were handsome and pretty, Queen of New York city When the band finished playing, The crowd howled for more Sinatra was swinging, And the crowd they were singing We kissed on the corner And danced round the floor.
The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas Day
I could have been someone and so could anyone I took my dreams from you when I first met you I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own I can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you.
You're a bum you're a punk you're an old whore on junk Lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead...
The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas Day
Oh, I love you baby This year's for me and you Happy Christmas, Oh, I love you baby There's going to be good times When all our dreams come true.
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