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 !@#% on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

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

I pray God it's our last

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