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THE POGUES lyrics : "Fairytale Of New York "

(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)
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 the 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 !@#% on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip

In that bed

You scum bag

You maggot
You cheap lousy !@$)got
Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God
It's our last


I could have been someone
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

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