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 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 Then danced through the night
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 braggart You've lost all your swagger And the word around town is you ain't much in the bed You're a squirrel cause you're nuts You're a kick in the gut Happy Christmas, my arse I'll be glad it's our last
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 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
The boys of the NYPD choir Still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells are ringing out For Christmas dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
