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Kirsty MacColl lyrics : "Fairytale Of New York"

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 !@#% on junk
Lying 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

The boys of the NYPD choir

Were 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
Were singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day

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