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 swingin'
All the drunks they were singin'
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
Lyin' there almost dead
on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy ******
Happy Christmas your ****
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are 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
still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
for Christmas day