He: 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
She: 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 He: You were pretty Queen of New York City Both: 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
She: You're a bum You're a punk He: You're an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed She: You scumbag, you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it's our last
Both: The boys of the NYPD choir still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day
He: I could have been someone She: Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you He: 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
Both: The boys of the NYPD choir still singing "Galway Bay" And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
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