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It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
"You 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
And 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

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 pray God it's our last]

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day*

La la la la la...

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
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day*

And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
.....................................
[she]
*both*

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