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' And 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 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]
*The boys of the NYPD choir Still are singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells are 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 are singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells are ringing out For Christmas Day*
Mmmm Mmmm... ..................................... [she] *both*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
