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 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 



You're a bum 

You're a punk 

You're an old slut on junk 

Lying there almost dead on a drip 

In that bed 



You scum bag 

You maggot 

You're cheap & your haggard 

Happy Christmas your arse 

I pray God 

It's our last 



The boys of the NYPD choir 

Were singing 'Galway Bay' 

And the bells were 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 were ringing 

Out for Christmas Day 



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