It was
Christmas Eve babe
in the drunk tank
An old man
said to me
"Won't see
another one"
And then
he sang his song
The Rare
Old Mountain Dew
And 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 that 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 the 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 slut on junk
living there almost dead
on a drip in that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of
the NYPD choir
were 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
were singing 'Galway Bay'
and the bells were ringing
out for Christmas day