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The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York
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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