It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one"
And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune
I turned my eyes away and thought about you

Got on a lucky one, came in at 8 to 1
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
Happy Christmas, oh, I love you baby
There's going to be good times
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old
When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve
Oh, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city
When the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging and all the crowd they were singing
Oh, we kissed on the corner and we danced round the floor

And the boys from the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day

I could have been someone and so could anyone
I took my dreams from you when I first met you
I kept them with me, babe and I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you

But you're a bum, you're a punk, you're an aul hoor on junk
Lying there on the drip nearly dead in the bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, me arse, I would rather be dead

And the boys from the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out on Christmas Day

Oh, I love you baby, I've got a feeling
This year is for me and you
Happy Christmas

Oh, I love you baby, there's going be good times
When all our dreams come true
So Happy Christmas