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


CHORUS:
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

Sl*t on junk
Lying there almost
Dead on a drip

In that bed

You scum bag

You maggot
You're cheap and you're haggard
Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God
It's our last


Repeat chorus

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


Repeat chorus

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