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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 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
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

La la la...
And all our dreams came thrue*

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[she]
*both*

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